Aijira stared at the servants who was kneeling on the floor with a lost look in their faces as she turned back to the Emperor and bowed.
"I-It is my fault, Your Imperial Highness. Please let the servants go and just punish me in their stead." Aijira pleaded to Malik, against her wishes.
Malik let out a grumpy yawn once more and turned around.
"It is the servants' fault for being unable to do their duties to the best of their abilities. Those who are lacking must go back to basics and retrain their skills."
Just as he was about to close the door to his room, he softly spoke to Aijira.
"Their inability to even perform their duties are not the fault of the one they serve but their own. Their faults are not yours to bear, much more for a soon to be Royal like you, consort."
The door fully closed as Aijira stared at the door in a dazed gaze.
The only words she heard was these, "Be as what you are expected, a Royal."
Aijira stared at the door for a moment, then bit her lips hard as veins started popping beneath her forehead.
Become a Royal? Oh you fucki-, excuse me, you tryant, you sorry excuse of a 'Royal'... You've done it now....
Aijira glared at the door, to the man inside the door and turned to the servants who was in despair.
It's good that he didn't kill them off...
She thought to herself, partly relieved that Malik didn't cut off their heads. She turned around and softly spoke to everyone in the hall.
"I will try and lessen your punishment, for now, go to wherever you are needed."
The servants stared at her, then softly nodded their heads with tears still falling down from their eyes to their cheeks as they meekly nodded their heads and stood up. They left the hall, leaving just Aijira standing, staring at the door.
She let out a soft sigh and clicked her tongue.
Should i knock? Does this tyrant even deserves a knock?
She thought to herself while staring at the door.
Taking a couple of minutes to mentally convince herself that talking with the emperor would be for the good of the servants, she let out a breath to take the nerves off.
She slowly walked near the door and knocked.
Once.
Twice.
After knocking three times, she heard a voice from the inside of the room.
"Come in, consort."
Aijira's eyes narrowed, He knows that im the one who knocked? No, it's a given that he would know if he is someone who i think he is....
Aijira opened the door to the room, revealing a comfy large bed. The room was simple, not unlike those of royalty, or what she imagined their rooms to be. There were some kind of distortion in the space around them that made her feel a little suffocating though.
She didn't mind and entered the room.
Just as she entered, she saw Malik move out of the bathroom with only a loose robe covering most of his private parts.
Malik walked while gently drying his golden hair, not interacting with Aijira, who was near the door, standing infront of him.
Aijira observed him.
His golden hair was damp, small drips of water fell from the tips of his hair. His hair was pushed to the back of his head, his red eyes closed as he dried his hair with a towel.
Aijira's eyes turned to look down, to the large chest that the robe barely covered, her eyes went even further down to the 8 ripped abs, wait, eight?
Her eyes flinched a little.
Isn't he an Archmage of Ari? Why is his body so built, like that of a warrior?
She then turned to the left, to his arms that filled the entire robe, his muscled protruding, letting the whole world know that this man was built like a brick house hidden underneath his robes.
As Malik turned to grab some of the documents on his table, Aijira observed his wide back.
It was wide, though not as wide as some warriors she had met, but it was wider than the norm. Compared to most of her knights, nay, her army back home at the Falkncast Duchy, he might have a bigger back than them.
"Are you done ogling me, consort? If so, do tell me what you want."
Just as Aijira was about to continue her thoughts, Malik turned around with a cold neutral look on his face, his robe flicked to the side and Aijira's eyes, which was focused on his back unconsciously looked down.
She stared at the thing dangling between his legs in shock as her brain froze in surprise. Countless images of dicks ran through her mind, the many sights she saw when she was just the heir of the Falkncast Duchy.
The mixed baths that was normalized in the south, the uncaring attitudes of those who normalized that being naked infront of people was fine as per their culture.
Even her father's and her brother's dicks, she had seen and she didn't care nor did she have any other thoughts about it. But she couldn't help but compare.
Compared to the dicks she had seen in her entire life...
Malik's was bigger, thicker and longer than almost all of them.
His was only smaller compared to the dicks of the Giants in the north. To top it off, he wasn't hard, yet, no maybe?
Aijira continued to stare down as Malik's mouth twitched.
Silence fell on the room as Aijira's mind exploded in pure disbelief. She had seen countless private parts of a man, but this was the first time she had been shock by one.
She continued thinking to herself silently, trying to find something, anything, an explanation to the currrent phenomenon that was happening to her when Malik's patience dwindled down.
Aijira flinched as she felt a hand clenching her face gently, prompting her eyes to look up and saw Malik staring at her, glaring at her in pure annoyance. Aijira looked at his eyes, his golden eyelashes that were long, his red crimson eyes staring at hers as she stared at his in turn.
And the distance between the two of them, their nose touching.
Aijira didn't know it yet.
But this was the first time something bloomed in her frozen heart filled with justice and kindness.
As did Malik. Not knowing that this one action of his would cast waves wide enough to entangle the strings of fate between the two of them.
"What do you want. Consort."