Theodore "Hulking" Altman (
hybrid_prince) wrote2023-05-27 09:35 am
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Welcome To The Fold
"We do it so they feel hope for the power their people can attain."
That was what Emperor Dorrek had been told when he was a teenaged prince and found himself expected to take the first member of his imperial harem. One person of each people of the empire, on the idea that some day he would choose his consort from among them, would sire a child and heir upon them. It was his duty, and the people's they ruled would know they were close to power through the subject who might one day rule next to him.
The problem with it all was that Dorrek found the whole thing repugnant. Most of those given to his 'imperial consorts' were women, which was a problem for him. Which made every instance of these moments in the court tiring. Here he sat, upon his throne, awaiting the presentation of the newest offerings for his harem. He would have to choose one to take into his family, someone he would no doubt eventually send back to the others, trying not to feel disgusted by the whole process.
"You are before his Imperial Majesty, Emperor Dorrek-Vell. Kneel before his splendor and know you are close to greatness," his herald calls out to the assembled and Dorrek tried not to yawn.
That was what Emperor Dorrek had been told when he was a teenaged prince and found himself expected to take the first member of his imperial harem. One person of each people of the empire, on the idea that some day he would choose his consort from among them, would sire a child and heir upon them. It was his duty, and the people's they ruled would know they were close to power through the subject who might one day rule next to him.
The problem with it all was that Dorrek found the whole thing repugnant. Most of those given to his 'imperial consorts' were women, which was a problem for him. Which made every instance of these moments in the court tiring. Here he sat, upon his throne, awaiting the presentation of the newest offerings for his harem. He would have to choose one to take into his family, someone he would no doubt eventually send back to the others, trying not to feel disgusted by the whole process.
"You are before his Imperial Majesty, Emperor Dorrek-Vell. Kneel before his splendor and know you are close to greatness," his herald calls out to the assembled and Dorrek tried not to yawn.
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"Perhaps you should just focus on making yourself comfortable. It is not as if I cannot adapt as needed."
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Atem nods, licking his lips briefly.
“Do you would not be opposed to me sleeping naked then?”
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Atem notices the blush but he doesn’t comment and instead he stands and starts to undress since it is time to retire to bed.
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"You can, um, you'll sleep under the sheets?"
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"It's... personal. Seeing you like that. Would be personal. An invasion of privacy."
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He’d noticed it when he was in Yuugi’s mind but in his own culture the naked body isn’t particularly shameful or all that personal.
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"You're the one in a really awkward position here, being brought into this all."
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"Is it not my responsibility, as the one with more authority and power, to yeild for the needs you have first?"
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"Perhaps, but I don't mind."
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"I want to take care of you, especially since you're the first person in a while who has seemed to care."
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"I have servants for that," he points out.
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"Perhaps you do but can I not contribute?"
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"I suppose I'll have to think about that, won't I?"
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"You know, you're doing this weird thing in giving me hope."
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“But that’s a good thing,” Atem says, stretching and looking over at the emperor. “What’s the point of anything without hope?”
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She controlled him, and thus the empire, through his lack of hope.
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Atem nods, closing his eyes after that and his hand rubbing the side of his neck.
“You’ll get used to it. Shall we rest now?”
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