Theodore "Hulking" Altman (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
hybrid_prince) wrote2023-05-27 09:35 am
hybrid_prince) wrote2023-05-27 09:35 am
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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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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Atem watches him and he sighs softly. "Alright. You should get rest."
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"We both should. Will you be content with the temperature in here? I can have it altered."
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"Alright then. I'll try and be better."
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Atem will come to understand that better with time but for now, he's more concerned that maybe the emperor isn't relaxing at all with him.
"Don't look at it that way..." Atem says. "I just wanted to reassure you..."
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And that's harder to handle than the guy would think.
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“Maybe things can start to change now.”