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Sometimes you wonder how much power you'll have to wield before you’re satisfied. You wonder how much those who made you suffer and stripped you of what made you you have to lose just so you’d feel whole again.
Satoru is stronger than you, wealthier, more powerful, and more influential. Qualities in a man you have always dreamed of having. He kisses you in frenzy, leaving you breathless and wanting for more. You know he’ll give you more—he'll give you everything.
"I’m not the same person I was." You half warned, half confessed.
"And I love this version of you."
He must’ve known that you only felt anger toward him. He must’ve known that you only felt disgust and repulsion when he took you into his arms every night.
He must’ve known, but he just doesn’t care.
Because he can care for the both of you just fine.
The night is cold when he finishes, and you stare at the ceiling of his grand room. You spot the pricey ointment on his table, along with his sword and papers.
He follows your gaze, arms wrapping around you.
The headmaid who whipped your hands is gone now, courtesy of the man beside you.
You honestly thought that your vendetta against this kingdom would die with you, and although you accepted it, you still seethed in anger and humiliation every time they treated you like their servant, like you were nothing.
Which you technically are because when they conquered your country, they also stripped you of your identity.
"I can give you anything you want," he whispered one night.
"Anything?"
"Anything."
You turn to him, holding his face so you can look him in the eyes. "I want the throne."
It’s fortunate that their Crown Prince is taken by you. A nameless, undeserving prisoner of war. It’s unfortunate that he's taken by you for the same reason.
Because through him and his status, the whole world will burn. And you’re starting with the kingdom who unmade you in the first place.
Satoru wonders how much blood your enemies have to shed just so you can feel whole again. Satoru wonders how much more the world has to burn just so you can feel again.
The sword pierced through the king’s chest. The King’s eyes are shocked and afraid, while Satoru’s eyes are icy cold.
"W-why, son?"
"Long live the queen."
With this, he hopes you can feel whole again.