Your Highness (Gojo x Reader)

Chapter 8-Veil

The imperial palace. The place was beautiful, artistic, and truly grand above all else. It had been built for Sukuna specifically, on a much grander scale than the ones from his age. Gardens surrounded the area, with lanterns and art every where. Some of the art was ancient Heian art, however most of it was art depicting Sukuna's victories. His victory against Mahoraga, His victory against the disaster curse Jogo, his victory against Gojo, and his conquest. None of them were displayed for the sickening blood shed that was endured by the people of Japan, but instead all of the fights as victorious displays of glory and strength by their emperor.

Outside of the palace in the public courtyard, not his Queen's, there were markets, festivals, and shows of intelligence and intellectual enlightenment only seen during the Heian Era. As a resident of Japan's majestic Heian Era, Sukuna encouraged all forms of art, thoughts, and expression. Only in the capital of Heian though.

After passing through the public courtyard, a long path into the throne room was full of guards and people waiting to seek council with the emperor. Imperial runners, came through on foot with letters and reports for the Emperor and his darling Empress.

Within the throne room, only one person or group was allowed entry at a time. Art of Sukuna's Conquest and fight against Gojo painted the walls. The throne room had two thrones under one cover. Although the tradition was to have the Emperor and Empress's thrones separate, Sukuna adored his wife, and preferred her presence next to him. 

You read a book of poetry your husband had compiled for you, of his favorite poems that he felt described you--some of them his own. He truly was an amazing poet, his words as gorgeous as fur of a leopard, as soft as the finest silk, and as delicate as China. A complete contrast to his personality. However, his artistic nature was one he made known to his subjects in Heian, as he felt it made the capital city brighter.

The palace glittered under the "night" sky. Although the phases of the sun and moon had not changed, the time of day in Heian never did. There was a veil surrounding the capital city, giving the landscape a constant appearance of night.

The veil was Sukuna's greatest flex of control, as he alone controlled who went in and out of it. Permission was needed in order to pass through it, and Sukuna decided who had permission and who did not.

As you read the book of poems, your personal servant approached you with an envelope. It was from a writing student at the Imperial College in Heian Sukuna had set up. "Oh 'Kuna! Utahime wrote another poem!"

You handed him the paper, and he began to read it. He smiled to himself, "I find that all the Jujutsu sorcerers that come to me begging for forgiveness and want to rejoin society, always find themselves better off as they have more opportunity to expand their knowledge and talents. Although she assisted that bastard Satoru Gojo, your forgotten husband, she asked for forgiveness, and has earned the opportunity to go to the Imperial college. And as the top creative writing student at my school, I would say she has been thriving."

"You think?" You giggled, and he smiled at you. Poking your cheek. Being careful not to scratch you with his sharp nails.

"Emperor!" An Imperial runner came in with a scroll. He came and fell on his face in a bow, subjecting himself to Sukuna.

Sukuna glared down at the man, his demeanor changing as soon as he saw the intruder, "Speak."

The Runner stood up with a scroll, and caught his breath.

"I have commanded you to speak, yet you do not listen to my command!" Sukuna stood up and the man cowered in fear.

"Your Highness! I-I do not disobey!" He fell on his knees and held the scroll up.

"Well? Read it. I am your Emperor, you do not ask me to read for you unless you prefer having no tongue. In that case I recommend you do ask me to do your bidding." Sukuna's words were harsh as he looked down at the man.

The man scrambled to his feet and fumbled to open the scroll. He began to read, "Your royal highness, Lord and Emperor Sukuna, we formally request passage into Heian by train coming through the East to deliver several tons of raw cursed energy on May 29th, 2025 at 7:53 AM. We plan to send two samurai who go by the names, Yuji Itadori and Choso Kamo, to protect the train. We hope our request will be met with open arms by your majesty and his graceful empress. Regarding your honor, Mei Day Cursed Tools and Spirits!"

"Bring the scroll here." Sukuna gestured for the man to bring the scroll closer. The terrified man hurried forward and gracefully put the scroll in Sukuna's lap.

Sukuna glared and violently grabbed the man's head making him open his mouth. He reached in and pulled his tongue clean off throwing it to the side. Blood poured out of the innocent man's lips, causing him to vomit in front of the throne.

"Throw him out of the city. This man is too weak to be speaking in my presence." With the wave of his hand, guard immediately began escorting the man out, and servants hurried to clean up the mess of blood and vomit.

"'Kuna. You didn't have to do that."

"I can do whatever I want. I am the strongest and the emperor." 

You sighed and went back to reading your poetry book, knowing it wasn't worth fighting about and risking the end of your marriage like you did with Gojo.

Sukuna handed the scroll to one of his guards, "Send a message to the Mei Day company that they have permission to pass through no later or before 7:53 AM next week on May 29th as long as they keep their dog, Yuji Itadori on a leash. One wrong move and I'll have every single worker's head."

"Yes your Highness." The guard trekked quickly out the room.

Sukuna looked over at you, to see you in tears. "what is it my little blossom?"

"Just--Your poem about the two rivers. It was beautiful..." you wiped your tears on your silk robes, and Sukuna smiled softly, with an intense love. 

"Only for my Empress." He sealed the statement, with a kiss.