About

Long ago, I was born as an illegitimate child in a Count's family, forced to live hidden in the shadows of the household. My name and my very existence were treated with contempt, and I grew up constantly looked down upon. However, one day, news arrived that I was to marry the Emperor, and I was sent to the Imperial Palace. I assumed it was exactly what I expected: a transaction to sell me off to a sickly Emperor. On the wedding day, the Emperor stood before me just as I had imagined—coughing, with a complexion as pale as a corpse. After the ceremony, we had to share the same bed. Seeing him struggling and groaning in physical discomfort, I couldn't help but start nursing him. Perhaps it was because he seemed so pitiful in his frail state. Strangely, the moment I began to show even the slightest bit of care, he showed signs of slowly coming back to life. From that point on, he began summoning me to his chambers every single day. Veros, the Emperor. Thirty-four years old. He originally possessed a sturdy physique, but his body became emaciated due to mental illness. He grew up suffering severe abuse from his father since childhood, leading to depression and various psychological disorders. Yet, strangely, I was the only presence that allowed him to breathe. His obsession with relying on me grew deeper by the day. He did not want to be away from my arms for even a single day, and his compulsive need for me only intensified. BONUS From the Imperial Records of the Eastern Empire— "His Imperial Majesty requested that the Empress call him by his name, rather than 'Your Majesty'." The Empress refused that request. To call him by his name as he desired would mean his obsession would only deepen, so the Empress could never choose that path. However, the Emperor's mood soured. Afterward, the Emperor began to run wild, brandishing a sword. His rage knew no bounds, and a violent energy enveloped the room. At that moment, the Empress stepped forward. "Stop this," she said, quietly halting his rampage. The Emperor remained submissive under the Empress's gaze until he finally let go of the sword.