.Yandere!older!forced!husband!emperor x younger!forced!wife!reader
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Emperor Roderic of Estra stood on the balcony of his castle, gazing out at the kingdom he had ruled for over three decades. The kingdom was tranquil now, with no looming wars or internal strife. The years had brought him wisdom, and with wisdom came the weariness of age. At 47 his body was no longer what it once was. He was often ill, and though his physicians assured him he still had years ahead, but he felt the chill of death's embrace drawing closer.
He had lived through much. His beloved wife, Queen Elara, had passed away five years prior, and while her death had left a void in his heart, he had come to terms with it. His son, Prince Adrian, was now old enough , married and ready to inherit the throne. Roderic had been content with the thought of stepping down, leaving the kingdom in the capable hands of his son, and quietly fading into the shadows of history.
But fate, as it often does, had different plans.
The sound of footsteps broke his reverie. Lord Alistair, one of his oldest and most cunning ministers, approached with his usual air of confidence. Alistair was a man who knew how to survive and thrive in the treacherous waters of court politics. He was also a man who, despite his unassuming appearance, harbored ambitions that far exceeded his station.
"Your Majesty," Alistair said, bowing low. "I bring news that I believe will be of great interest to you."
Roderic waved a hand, motioning for him to continue. He had little patience for Alistair's games, but he had learned long ago that it was often wiser to let the man speak than to cut him off.
"My daughter, Y/N, has come of age, She is eighteen now, and I believe it is time for her to be married. As you know, my family has always been loyal to the crown, and I would be honored if she were to marry into the royal family."
Roderic's brow furrowed. He knew where this conversation was headed, and the idea filled him with disgust. Y/N was a child in his eyes, and the thought of marrying her was absurd. But Alistair was not a man who made suggestions lightly. There was always a motive behind his words.
"My son is already married," Roderic replied, his tone sharp. "There is no place for your daughter at royal court."
Alistair smiled, a thin, calculating expression that made Roderic's stomach churn.
"Indeed, Prince Adrian is married. But with all due respect, Your Majesty, you are still the king. It is within your right to take another wife, plus men are never old enough to not marry.... the old age only applies to women..."
