The Haunted ships and one-shots!

Emperor x Mia (x Lalea)

I've wanted to do something like this for a long time, but I felt more inspired thanks to JaceLikesToWrite. I've had bad writers block and have been depressed and writing this has helped, so I hope you don't mind! Plz don't be upset Jace .3.
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Mia's point of view-

Like antique dolls...

...ha...

That was an understatement. What we were was so much more, yet so much less at the same time. Slaves, trophies...tools for pleasure. Just sitting there and looking pretty grew boring for even the emperor. Of course I could never let the boys find out. I didn't want any more pity.
I tried so hard to run from those memories, to always smile and look on the bright side of things to drown out the sorrows and fear. So I could move forward and live a brighter, happier life. So I would never look weak like I did back then...
My bare feet were sore and nearly blistering, my legs quivering underneath my slim body as I struggled to stay standing. I sucked in my stomach as it growled, not having eaten much for an entire day I was transferred from my home to the lions den. The empire.
The screams continued to echo in my head, the flickering of orange and golden flames almost burned into the underneath of my eyelids, haunting me with the images of my home being lost to the flames every time I closed my eyes. Family, friends...hope, happiness...all gone. I never would have dreamed that this could have happened, that I would be taken from my home and loved ones to watch it all burn down in the darkness of night as I was taken away to horrors unknown.
I could have ran faster, I could have fought harder...but I didn't. I allowed my fate to be paved in suffering and sorrow. I never could have imagined the anguish of it, the strength it would take to hide the pain away. The only thing I could use any strength for, since otherwise I was helpless.
My heart raced within my chest, my legs nearly giving out beneath me as I walked down that hall, the floor lined in soft red carpeting. The shackles binding my ankles turned my skin beneath them red and raw, the rattling made by the chain echoing on a loop through my pointed ears. My breathing was fast and forced, gasping to catch my breath as sorrow and fear stripped it away from my aching lungs. My limbs ached and head throbbed. My tongue was dry, my thirst silently striving for a refreshing, satisfying beverage that I knew would not receive. I expected the cruelty, and I should have seen the other signs of what else was to come.
Tears stained my cheeks, burning my face that was red with grief, scorched with the embers of self pity. My head slowly lifted, my eyes burning and welled with liquid as I took in my surroundings that made me feel like a rock had been dropped in my stomach, making it ache until I felt like I would vomit. The pillars were painted golden with the floor covered in golden and amber hue tiles, but I knew that those were not true priceless minerals, just forged beauty.
As I looked up ahead, I would have hurled if my stomach were not free of contents.
A tall man stood there in black pants, a fancy black cleric jacket with only two buttons, long black boots, and a purple cape of fine silk that went over his left shoulder. His brunette hair was long, almost enough to be pulled back into a ponytail, stands falling over his face. Rings were on four of his fingers, two on each hand but I knew that he was not betrothed. The crown in his head was bedazzled with fine, evenly spaced red jewels. The smile of his face was wide and twisted, showing his bright white teeth with sharp fangs, and his eyes...those hazel eyes haunt my nightmares. Not Herobrine's white orbs, but those sick, lust filled eyes that would forever taunt me and remind me of my true frailty.

  "So beautiful..." His voice was smooth yet filled me with burning disgust.

My gaze shifted for a moment to the two other elves bound beside me, whimpering just as I had been. All of our clothes were dirtied and torn, barring scars here and there upon our skin. My eyes moved back to the emperor as he approached, his gaze fixated mainly upon me, causing my body to quiver with all the more violence. A spark glowed in his eyes that filled me with fear, disgust, and hate.
I took a step back as his arm reached out, but I quickly froze as I felt the tip of a blade press against my back from one of the guards to prevent me from retreating.
A whimper breached from my throat, more tears leaking from my eyes just when I had believed that I was finally drained of them. I tasted the salt against my dry tongue but when I wanted to object to the vile tyrant's distasteful touch, I fell silent. I knew only pain would be brought my way if I objected.
His hand took a hold of the long strand of hair hanging over my shoulder, my eyes shutting tight and teeth clutching, his hand so close to coming into contact with my breast. Thankful, it did not come into contact, not even grazing it, much to my relief. Still, I bit my lip as he leaned in, closing his eyes and took a slow whiff of the fragrance my hair let out, if it let off any fragrance at all. My face was on fire and chest in pain from my pounding heart, filled with a sense of violation. Once his gaze rested upon me once more, filled with longing desire, I could have sworn his tongue flicked out for a second to rub against his own lips.
I nearly sighed in relief once he pulled away and began to circle around the other two, walking over to the brunette to my right, rubbing her arm and causing her to shudder, then going over to the raven haired, standing so close but I dared not look to see if or how he had touched her but I could that soft sound of distress from her throat. I worried for them just as much as myself.