You know, seeing the fear in the face of someone who had been arrogant just moments ago hits differently—it's almost like ecstasy. Once you try it, you can't get enough. Watching Khalid, the once confident emperor, now almost piss himself in front of the power I wield and understanding that I do not play around felt like a sweet victory. Finally, he realized that he should drop the marriage nonsense and apologize, but deep down I knew that I had already won. It wasn't about him anymore; it was about showing myself—and everyone else—how far my power truly stretched.
"You don't need to go that far! We can compromise! Like, you can be my main wife, I can even drop all of the others, what do you say?!" His voice reached me, desperate, almost pathetic. It was hard to even take him seriously anymore. Was he brain dead or just trying to mess with me? Did he really think I could be bought off with that pitiful excuse for an offer?
