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He was never one to be h a i l e d as a GARNET MONARCH
as she was never one to be hailed a HEDONISTIC EMPRESS
Perhaps that was why his brows furrowed at her so once she sauntered within the threshold of the obstreperous bar pooled with garnished and coalesce clansmen d o u s e d in utter humility for their king — adieu to his gerful rebuffs of such fidelity.
Though , no words were woven forth to hinder her aspects. He already could distinguish what amends she could prosper if not in hospitable terms.
Leaving her dearest husband to tend to the land wasn’t something she particularly enjoyed, nor the possible thought of the other Sima oh-so conveniently forgetting their place in her absence. The empress’ expression showed distaste for these people–how barbaric they appeared to be in comparison to hers, especially upon being guided to a bar of all places. Why would a monarch willingly have their presence here? … To each their own, she supposed. With silken garbs and a very kempt countenance, she stood out far too much. Had his appearance not been described to her, she wouldn’t have known that he was the one she sought.
❝You are him, are you not?❞ Her accent was conspicuous, and cyan hues bore into his.