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TW: Sickness
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26th October 1998- Monday
Anya stepped into the Emeror's office, hands shaking by her sides as she nodded thankfully towards the Eunuch who held the door open. The man didn't glance in her direction, simply closing it behind her once she was in the room.
Ahead of her sat the Emperor. He looked as powerful as ever, all sharp edges and dangerous handsome looks, but there was a pinch to his eyes she hadn't seen before. As their eyes met, Anya ducked her head, lowering herself into a deep bow.
It was a few minutes before the man addressed her, shuffling paper indicating his preoccupation. "What is it? Is my Concubine well?" The Emperor asked, folding his hands together as he leaned forward.
Anya swallowed, feeling the words stick in her throat. The man's imposing presence filled the room, dark and heavy, and clearly not in the mood to tolerate interruptions. "My-My Master wishes to meet with you, Your Majesty. Would you be so gracious as to permit it?"
Ahead, she heard the man breathe out a huff, the sound of paper hitting the desk a telltale sign of his displeasure. "I suppose so, I am not too busy momentarily."
She bowed lower. "I thank His Majesty on behalf-"
"Leave. Bring me my Concubine, I have no time for pleasantries."
"Yes-Yes, your Majesty! I thank you-" His magic roared impatiently, and without finishing, Anya ducked out of the office and practically ran back to where Harry was waiting.
He appeared to have calmed down somewhat whilst she had been away, eyes dry, the only sign of his breakdown being the slight pink tinge to his eyes and their rosy puffiness. Fussing, she dabbed at them with a wetted handkerchief, her Master allowing her to do so.
"Did he agree?" Harry husked, looking down at her with those big, green eyes.
"He did, Master. However, I must warn you that he didn't seem in the best of moods today."
He shifted from foot to foot slightly, a telltale sign of his indecision. "Perhaps it wouldn't be so wise to go and see his after all? Ah, but It's already been arranged now..." Harry bit slightly at the skin on his thumbs, and with a tut, Anya pulled them away.
"I am sure His Majesty will do nothing to harm you, you are precious to him. Now, don't go ruining your hands, you need to look presentable for the Emperor."
"As presentable as I'm going to be five minutes after a good cry, but I suppose he's used to looking at worse." He chuckled, and she was glad to see his mood lightening.
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"...What?"
The Emperor sighed, finally placing his quill down. "Harry, this is not the sort of incident you should come to me about. I have important duties to oversee, I am not in the right place to deal with the petty squabbles of my Harem." Harry looked up at him, eyebrows furrowed.
He...felt a bit embarrassed. He'd come to the Emperor, practically whining about the man's other concubines, and expected him to do something about it, forgetting that it was expected they resolve such things themselves.
Harry had just thought that, maybe, the Emperor was fond enough of him.
The Emperor's stare remained disapproving until his features shifted, leaning back into his chair with a slight smirk. "I may have something that will cheer you up and make the others jealous, perhaps. What better thing but to flaunt a gift given by me to those who have yet to receive such a thing?"
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| INTIMACY | - HPxTMR
Fanfiction● Word Count: 175k ● ◇ Ever since he was young, Harry had been fascinated with the Emperor, the founder of the Slytherin Dynasty and ruler of the world. When the chance appeared to become a part of his Harem, Harry jumped at it, eager to figure out...
