Quiet as he might be, the Emperor was obviously in want to flaunt his birthright. That was the reason why there was a special street for nobles. Why his robes, his seat, and his jewelries say more to the people than his mouth ever did. Perhaps, his footman had said more words to the people than he ever could.
He appeared as a man of privacy, yet the obvious want for attention was bright as the sky. It was as if his title as emperor was only to draw eyes to himself. It served no purpose besides being that. A title.
It did not work the same as theatre, West thought to himself. Theatre wanted people's eyes with the yearning of being understood, playing stories in a way that gives people meaning to both themselves and to those around them.
Doing his final bow, West came in awareness of the crowd's applause. Though unseen by everyone, his lips stretched into a smile, the feeling of being watched and appreciated still making his insides jump in delight.
