In the office of the emperor where only a handful could enter as they pleased, Tori sat on Emperor Corean's seat while the so-called sun of the empire stood in front of her with a rather ashen face.
With only the two of them inside the grand office filled with regal red silk and golden patterns, Tori leaned against the golden chair with her arms and legs crossed. Both brows raised, a pair of ruby-red eyes sternly pierced through the fidgety emperor.
"Speak," said Tori. Her voice dropped the temperature of the lavish room.
Cory visibly flinched. He could imagine being the in the presence of a starving dragon. He would rather eat her than be eaten by the red-eyed woman in front of him who was out for blood—his blood.
"My love, calm down, will you? I did not know anything about that, I swear!" Cory crossed the distance between them before he pulled Tori into his embrace as he sat at the corner of his golden table, making her straddle him.
