A lyric: "Though I possess ten thousand miles of empire, your slightest smile is beyond my reach."
Emperor VS General
"When the imperial consorts left the palace, every one of them looked delighted. I'd allowed them to take any valuables from their own halls, and those greedy women nearly emptied my entire harem. They took all the gold and silver, and even packed up the gold- and silver-trimmed furnishings as if they were robbing the place. One consort even had several of the gilded bricks removed from her hall."
"These consorts, who used to fight over me and claim to love me more than anything, not one of them truly liked me. They gave themselves to me for nothing more than the honored status my imperial power could provide, and the wealth and luxury that came with it. Without my imperial authority, I had nothing left that they wanted."
"I felt utterly pathetic. I ruled an empire stretching ten thousand miles, yet not one person truly loved me."
A short first-person story with a little angst and a chaotic mix of BL genres. Read with caution.
Premise: Be kind and compassionate.
