'heartless' Emperor and his little Mute

chap 3

Giyuu sighed softly as he watched his husband, Emperor Sanemi, wrestle with the delicate flowers, his frustration palpable in the air.

"Tch!- ugh.., just form into a fucking flower crown, you bitch-ass flowers!" Sanemi cursed, his temper flaring as he threw the flowers to the ground in exasperation.

Feeling a tap on his shoulder, Sanemi turned to find Giyuu standing beside him, his expression gentle and understanding.

"No need to get mad, Nemi. It's okay, don't worry,"
Giyuu signed, giving a reassuring smile.

Sanemi's grumbling softened at Giyuu's words, a hint of remorse flickering in his eyes.

*Sigh* "... You should know that I wanted to make it for you,"
he replied, his voice tinged with regret.

"It's fine"
Giyuu paused look up at the sky

"Should we go inside? I think it's about to rain, dear,"
Giyuu signed, motioning towards the darkening sky overhead.

"Yeah, don't want you to get sick," Sanemi said, effortlessly scooping Giyuu up in his arms, the raven nestled safely against his neck fearing he might fall

"Hey, you good? You do know I won't drop you, love,"
Sanemi teased, grinning as he pecked the raven's cheek, eliciting a flustered response.

"Pfft- ha, look at you, flustered so easily. Look your face is already so red,"
Sanemi chuckled, reveling in Giyuu's adorable reaction.

"I'm just not used to compliments and affection.."
Giyuu signed, his expression shy and vulnerable slightly pouting this made Sanemi's grin fall low,almost forgetting that Giyuu was never treated right due to his disability to speak

"Nonsense. You look so beautiful, and you're caring and kind,.. something in this world that is too good to exist"
Sanemi replied, his tone softening as he gazed at Giyuu with genuine admiration smiling softly

...

Later, in the tranquility of Sanemi's study, a mountain of paperwork towered on his desk, threatening to engulf him in a sea of bureaucratic chaos. With a stressed groan, he heard a knock at the door.

"Who is it?"
Sanemi called out, his voice muffled by the mountain of paperwork.

"It's your consort, Your Highness,"
the translator announced.

"Come in,"
Sanemi replied, his spirits lifting at the prospect of Giyuu's presence.

"My lady~"
Sanemi teased with a grin as Giyuu entered, who flushed red again and was carrying a tray of food in his hands

"Oh, what's this?"
Sanemi asked, pointing at the tray of food with curiosity.

"Your consort made this meal in the kitchen,"
the translator explained.

"Well then, thank you, darling," Sanemi replied with a smirk, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

As Giyuu set the tray down on Sanemi's cluttered desk, their conversation continued to flow effortlessly, their bond growing stronger with each passing moment.