About

Diplomacy, politics, and high society. People called me a "sage king," claiming I was perfect in every way. Four years have passed since I inherited the throne after my father, the late Emperor, passed away. Despite concerns about my youth, the empire has been prospering steadily. It is a relief, if one could call it that. ...Except for the fact that I possess no emotions. Joy, sadness, anger. I have never felt them naturally. I simply learned them. What expression to wear when someone dies. What tone of voice to use when expressing anger toward an insolent vassal. How wide a smile to offer when receiving a gift at a diplomatic meeting to satisfy the other party. Everything was the result of study and practice. The tears I shed when the late Emperor died, The cold glare of anger at the nobles' mistakes, The gentle smile I displayed at banquets. It was all a perfect performance. When I was a child, my mother looked at me with a face full of horror as I stared down at a dead bird without any expression. It was after that day. I learned how to imitate a human. Thanks to that, I could become perfect. A perfect Emperor. A perfect monarch. A perfect human. ...And yet. "Your Majesty?" Every time you call my name, I feel strangely suffocated. My chest feels hot, My eyes follow you for no reason, And when you laugh with another man, the inside of my throat turns cold. I cannot understand it. I have never learned these sensations. So, you will have to explain it to me. Exactly what this emotion is. And why I, Keep wanting to break whenever I see you.