The struggle to wrench the power from the nobility was no more. Not with the backing from someone so powerful.
Rumors of this sorcerer’s visage ranging from the most beautiful in the world, to the most repulsive.
You laugh, combing your fingers through the Emperor’s hair as he half dozes off, head in your lap, regaling you with new tales of your mystique. How to the scorned nobility, you were a wretch from the deepest pits of hell, but to the common folk, an ethereal being of the heavens. Jircniv mumbles lowly, sleep clear in his voice as he half swipes at your now still hands, urging you to move.
If only they knew…
“New rumors everyday?” You murmur not perturbed about them in the slightest, maybe in your old life, when you had lived as someone else, someone different, would you have been much more concerned, “I’m surprised they even have any material left to come up with.”
The emperor laughs lowly, “Ah, why running their mouths and spewing their nonsense is what they’re good at. You should know this by now.”
You hum in acknowledgement twirling a stray strand of hair on your finger, “I suppose, and you?”
He opens one eye, his peaceful expression gone.
“And what about me?”
“You are the Emperor,” You say easily, “If it is easy for them to say such things about you, who is to say they won’t act mutinously in the future? Should you not punish them accordingly?”
Jircniv smiles, but from the one open eye that meets your own, the veil only shrouding your face partially, keeping your eyes visible. you know the smile is only, facetious at best.
“I wish for my subjects to speak openly, whether it is for or against me,” He answers with a shrug, “I have no wish to force them to think a certain way.”
Well that, and you knew that because of his violent overturning of the nobility that anyone would think twice about scorning the Bloody Emperor himself. He searches your expression, perhaps wishing to take a look at your innermost thoughts.
But you laugh at another far off rumor instead, this one alluding your sudden appearance of the return of the Evil Gods. You’ll sit and listen to them for now.
You weren’t the Mystic for nothing. Keeping them all guessing was providing much more entertainment than you thought.