Because I'm the Freakin' Emperor, That's Why!

I like big pigs and I cannot lie! Independant Emperor Peony RP/Ask Blog. Will be NSFW at times. All Fandoms/Muses/Verses Welcome! Written by Lizzie.

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Aslan hadn’t noticed he was being stared at honestly. Next thing he knew an arm was draped across his shoulders–pulling him against the taller blond. Biting hip lip, he blushed hearing Peony’s comment. Looking downward, he finally thought of something to say after a few minutes. 

“I suppose you don’t mean the actual view…but, um, thanks…I think…” His nerves got the better of him, his words coming out more broken up and uneven than he preferred. 

“You look really good too…” That sounded so stupid… Aslan berated himself mentally as he leaned his head against the emperor’s chest gently. Risking a glace upward, the general frowned. “I mean…you make a better view than I do honestly.” Blush still plastered across his face, his lip quivered as he bit it gently.

Peony was genuinely surprised at Frings’ action. He thought his forwardness would have sent the general running for the hills… or at least running to the bow to jump overboard. The Emperor’s arms came around the silver haired man’s shoulders and his blue eyes met with his. “You’re welcome.” Peony’s normally loud and brash voice was soft for once. “And I mean every word of it, too. What I see is quite amazing.”

The Emperor chuckled a bit at Frings’ compliment. “R-Really? You think so?” He laughed a bit louder. “Sesemann’s been telling me I look like a drunk hobo that washed up on the wrong side of the pier.” He let out a sigh as he held Frings a bit tighter. “Apparently I don’t look very “Imperial”.” He shrugged. “But I suppose he’s right. I mean, my room is basically a ritzy rappig sty, after all.”

Peony suddenly felt daring and leaned forward to place a gentle kiss on Frings’ forehead. “But enough about my character flaws. I’m just going to enjoy this, if you don’t mind.”

At first, Aslan was too embarrassed from Peony’s words to talk. Fidgeting a bit, he listened to the emperor as he sat against him. However, once he started speaking of Sesemann and how he looked, he finally got the nerve to say something. 

“Well, nothing against Sesemann, but I like how you look. And it wouldn’t be your room if it wasn’t messy and filled with rappigs.” Pouting slightly, he looked upward to gaze at the other blond. “You’re the one that brought it up, not me.” 

Squinting his eyes shut as his forehead was kissed, his blush increased as he bit his lip once again. Nodding, he looked down at his hands. His fingers idly fiddled with his shirt sleeves. 

Peony chuckled softly at the mention of his room back at the palace. “Heh, I guess you’re right. I suppose I wouldn’t be “me” if I wasn’t an epic slob.” He was silent for a few moments until he noticed Frings fiddling with his sleeves. “Is everything okay?” His voice was soft and filled with gentle concern. “Let me know if this is getting too awkward for you.”

The Emperor gently rubbed Frings’ shoulders and leaned into him, resting his cheek against the other man’s temple. The sun had now fully dropped below the horizon, leaving the sky a host of deep orange, red and deep violet. Clouds reflected the colors and their image was just starting to fade upon the dark grey seas.

The blond looked up and saw the last few gulls flying overhead. “So, since the sun is going down, what should we do now?”

Yes, he was nervous. However, that wasn’t something he could help. Turning enough to face the emperor, Aslan wrapped his arm around him loosely. Leaning in, the general kissed Peony on the lips softly. Tilting his head to get a better angle, he tried to drag it out for a minute before he broke off. Averting his gaze again, he stood up. Face still flushed, he crossed his arms over his chest. 

Shrugging his shoulders in reply, he again bit his lip as he stood there awkwardly. Honestly, he wasn’t sure how to go from here. They needed to talk, however he knew the end result would be both of them hurting over something that couldn’t happen. “I’m not sure…” Sighing, he paced a bit. Ruffling his own hair out of frustration slightly, he continued. “What do you want to do?”

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Peony felt a surge of excitement and joy swell up into his heart at Frings’ lips. For a few moments, his mind wandered. Was this actually happening? Or was it a dream? It certainly felt real. The Emperor had certainly dreamed of this moment for the longest time. But surely nothing so wonderful could have been real. But as soon as Frings tilted his head, Peony knew it wasn’t a dream. It was real. It was really happening.

When Frings pulled away, the blond monarch couldn’t help but feel just a tiny bit disappointed. He raised an eyebrow when the silver haired general shrugged. “What do I want to do?” Peony raised a playful hand to his chin and rubbed the non-existant stubble. “Well, I do had one idea, that is, if you don’t mind.”

The Emperor wrapped his arms around him and returned his lips to his, gently and sweetly.

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Peony ran a hand over his head, slightly ruffling his already unruly hair. “Yeah. You bet we can sit.” The Emperor felt a blush fill his cheeks. Frings was… looking very handsome in the setting sunlight, more so than usual, and Peony found himself staring for a bit. The sun seemed to enhance the warmth of the general’s tanned skin. It looked breathtaking.

When he realized that he had been ogling the good-looking soldier to the point of being a bit creepy, Peony quickly took a close seat beside him. In the most cliche way possible, the blond yawned, raising his arm above his head before laying it across Frings’ shoulders, drawing him close. “So…” his throat felt a bit dry from nervousness. “uh… this is a nice view.” Of course, Peony didn’t mean the sunset, but rather the person next to him. He winked. “I really like what I see.”

Aslan hadn’t noticed he was being stared at honestly. Next thing he knew an arm was draped across his shoulders–pulling him against the taller blond. Biting hip lip, he blushed hearing Peony’s comment. Looking downward, he finally thought of something to say after a few minutes. 

“I suppose you don’t mean the actual view…but, um, thanks…I think…” His nerves got the better of him, his words coming out more broken up and uneven than he preferred. 

“You look really good too…” That sounded so stupid… Aslan berated himself mentally as he leaned his head against the emperor’s chest gently. Risking a glace upward, the general frowned. “I mean…you make a better view than I do honestly.” Blush still plastered across his face, his lip quivered as he bit it gently.

Peony was genuinely surprised at Frings’ action. He thought his forwardness would have sent the general running for the hills… or at least running to the bow to jump overboard. The Emperor’s arms came around the silver haired man’s shoulders and his blue eyes met with his. “You’re welcome.” Peony’s normally loud and brash voice was soft for once. “And I mean every word of it, too. What I see is quite amazing.”

The Emperor chuckled a bit at Frings’ compliment. “R-Really? You think so?” He laughed a bit louder. “Sesemann’s been telling me I look like a drunk hobo that washed up on the wrong side of the pier.” He let out a sigh as he held Frings a bit tighter. “Apparently I don’t look very “Imperial”.” He shrugged. “But I suppose he’s right. I mean, my room is basically a ritzy rappig sty, after all.”

Peony suddenly felt daring and leaned forward to place a gentle kiss on Frings’ forehead. “But enough about my character flaws. I’m just going to enjoy this, if you don’t mind.”

At first, Aslan was too embarrassed from Peony’s words to talk. Fidgeting a bit, he listened to the emperor as he sat against him. However, once he started speaking of Sesemann and how he looked, he finally got the nerve to say something. 

“Well, nothing against Sesemann, but I like how you look. And it wouldn’t be your room if it wasn’t messy and filled with rappigs.” Pouting slightly, he looked upward to gaze at the other blond. “You’re the one that brought it up, not me.” 

Squinting his eyes shut as his forehead was kissed, his blush increased as he bit his lip once again. Nodding, he looked down at his hands. His fingers idly fiddled with his shirt sleeves. 

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Peony chuckled softly at the mention of his room back at the palace. “Heh, I guess you’re right. I suppose I wouldn’t be “me” if I wasn’t an epic slob.” He was silent for a few moments until he noticed Frings fiddling with his sleeves. “Is everything okay?” His voice was soft and filled with gentle concern. “Let me know if this is getting too awkward for you.”

The Emperor gently rubbed Frings’ shoulders and leaned into him, resting his cheek against the other man’s temple. The sun had now fully dropped below the horizon, leaving the sky a host of deep orange, red and deep violet. Clouds reflected the colors and their image was just starting to fade upon the dark grey seas.

The blond looked up and saw the last few gulls flying overhead. “So, since the sun is going down, what should we do now?”

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Peony felt his already racing heart seemingly skip a beat. Was Aslan… actually accepting his gesture. The Emperor felt almost giddy and a happy smile made its way across his face. When Frings rested his head against his shoulder, Peony felt almost lightheaded with glee. Was this really happening? Was he dreaming?

Emboldened by Frings’ action, the blond gently withdrew his hand and wrapped his arm around the silver haired man’s shoulder, drawing him nearer. He hoped the general wouldn’t take offense to either action, he just… wanted to be closer to him.

And if this truly was a dream, he hoped to dream it forever.

Aslan let Peony draw him closer. Despite feeling like he was in a dream, in the back of his mind he knew he was awake. Also, he knew nothing could come of this. 

He’s the emperor. He’s expected to take a wife at some point.

As much as he wanted to be with the blonde, he questioned how it could be possible. Thus, he tried to just enjoy the moment. That was until the boat began to hit some waves–which made Aslan fall against the railing. 

Sliding down so he could sit, he sighed. “M’fine…” He took that moment to fix his hair. “Maybe we should just sit?” His golden gaze flickered up towards those familiar oceanic blue eyes of the emperor.

Peony ran a hand over his head, slightly ruffling his already unruly hair. “Yeah. You bet we can sit.” The Emperor felt a blush fill his cheeks. Frings was… looking very handsome in the setting sunlight, more so than usual, and Peony found himself staring for a bit. The sun seemed to enhance the warmth of the general’s tanned skin. It looked breathtaking.

When he realized that he had been ogling the good-looking soldier to the point of being a bit creepy, Peony quickly took a close seat beside him. In the most cliche way possible, the blond yawned, raising his arm above his head before laying it across Frings’ shoulders, drawing him close. “So…” his throat felt a bit dry from nervousness. “uh… this is a nice view.” Of course, Peony didn’t mean the sunset, but rather the person next to him. He winked. “I really like what I see.”

Aslan hadn’t noticed he was being stared at honestly. Next thing he knew an arm was draped across his shoulders–pulling him against the taller blond. Biting hip lip, he blushed hearing Peony’s comment. Looking downward, he finally thought of something to say after a few minutes. 

“I suppose you don’t mean the actual view…but, um, thanks…I think…” His nerves got the better of him, his words coming out more broken up and uneven than he preferred. 

“You look really good too…” That sounded so stupid… Aslan berated himself mentally as he leaned his head against the emperor’s chest gently. Risking a glace upward, the general frowned. “I mean…you make a better view than I do honestly.” Blush still plastered across his face, his lip quivered as he bit it gently.

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Peony was genuinely surprised at Frings’ action. He thought his forwardness would have sent the general running for the hills... or at least running to the bow to jump overboard. The Emperor’s arms came around the silver haired man’s shoulders and his blue eyes met with his. “You’re welcome.” Peony’s normally loud and brash voice was soft for once. “And I mean every word of it, too. What I see is quite amazing.”

The Emperor chuckled a bit at Frings’ compliment. “R-Really? You think so?” He laughed a bit louder. “Sesemann’s been telling me I look like a drunk hobo that washed up on the wrong side of the pier.” He let out a sigh as he held Frings a bit tighter. “Apparently I don’t look very “Imperial”.” He shrugged. “But I suppose he’s right. I mean, my room is basically a ritzy rappig sty, after all.”

Peony suddenly felt daring and leaned forward to place a gentle kiss on Frings’ forehead. “But enough about my character flaws. I’m just going to enjoy this, if you don’t mind.”

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Peony was surprised at the reaction Frings gave in response to taking his hand. He had thought surely the General would have hastily pulled his hand away and excused himself. Then the Emperor would have had to deal with awkward conversations and interactions the remainder of the trip. But whether it was by the grace or Lorelei or some strange twist of fate, Frings reciprocated the action.

Peony’s hand tightened and he carefully interlaced their fingers. Stepping closer to the silver haired man, the fun-loving monarch leaned towards him, resting his head against the general’s. He sighed contentedly. He hoped Frings wouldn’t find this strange or awkward. “The sunset looks… really… actually this is the best sunset I’ve ever seen.”

His thumb idly drew circles against the emperor’s hand as he continued to hold it. “Yes…I–I agree…” Aslan’s face became more of a crimson shade, however the light from the sunset didn’t make it as noticeable. Not strange, nor awkward, he only hoped this would continue. 

In turn, the general rested his head on Peony’s shoulder. The wind picked up for a moment and blew his sandy blond locks all askew as he stayed like that for now. Still not sure how to breech this subject, he didn’t say anything. 

Peony felt his already racing heart seemingly skip a beat. Was Aslan… actually accepting his gesture. The Emperor felt almost giddy and a happy smile made its way across his face. When Frings rested his head against his shoulder, Peony felt almost lightheaded with glee. Was this really happening? Was he dreaming?

Emboldened by Frings’ action, the blond gently withdrew his hand and wrapped his arm around the silver haired man’s shoulder, drawing him nearer. He hoped the general wouldn’t take offense to either action, he just… wanted to be closer to him.

And if this truly was a dream, he hoped to dream it forever.

Aslan let Peony draw him closer. Despite feeling like he was in a dream, in the back of his mind he knew he was awake. Also, he knew nothing could come of this. 

He’s the emperor. He’s expected to take a wife at some point.

As much as he wanted to be with the blonde, he questioned how it could be possible. Thus, he tried to just enjoy the moment. That was until the boat began to hit some waves–which made Aslan fall against the railing. 

Sliding down so he could sit, he sighed. “M’fine…” He took that moment to fix his hair. “Maybe we should just sit?” His golden gaze flickered up towards those familiar oceanic blue eyes of the emperor.

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Peony ran a hand over his head, slightly ruffling his already unruly hair. "Yeah. You bet we can sit." The Emperor felt a blush fill his cheeks. Frings was... looking very handsome in the setting sunlight, more so than usual, and Peony found himself staring for a bit. The sun seemed to enhance the warmth of the general's tanned skin. It looked breathtaking.

When he realized that he had been ogling the good-looking soldier to the point of being a bit creepy, Peony quickly took a close seat beside him. In the most cliche way possible, the blond yawned, raising his arm above his head before laying it across Frings' shoulders, drawing him close. "So..." his throat felt a bit dry from nervousness. "uh... this is a nice view." Of course, Peony didn't mean the sunset, but rather the person next to him. He winked. "I really like what I see."

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Peony was surprised to feel Fring’s hand slip into his. A flush of red filled his already tan cheeks. But despite the racing heart and flushing face, the Emperor felt a sense of peace wash over him. It had always been something he had dreamed about for quite some time.

He had had a crush on Fring’s for a number of years, but out of fear of rejection, he had never mentioned it to the silver haired man. Peony had always thought the younger man would be a bit put off by him, being his monarch. Plus the pain of his youth had made him wary of ever expressing his feelings to another. As such, the Emperor had resigned himself to either being unhappy and alone for the rest of his life or unhappily married to some haughty noblewoman of the council’s choosing.

But now, a glimmer of hope filled with blond man’s heart as he gently squeezed the general’s hand, hoping it wouldn’t startle him. “Thanks, Aslan.” Peony murmured softly. “It really does mean the world to hear you say I’m doing a good job. You’re probably to only person to ever say that so honestly to me.”

Peony squeezed a little more, admiring Fring’s handsome profile. “Seriously, thank you, man. And uh, I’ll be sure to be more timely with my official duties… for you”

Suddenly aware of their hands current situation, he continued to look out at the ocean. Blushing a bit himself, he squeezed the emperor’s hand back gently. Nodding, he remained silent.

Aslan, as well, had feelings for His Majesty. However, he thought they would never become of anything, so he had kept his thoughts to himself. 

Skittishly, his golden eyes darted towards their hands. Not sure what to say or if he should even comment at all, he bit his bottom lip. Looking back at the water shyly, his blush remained all the while.

Peony was surprised at the reaction Frings gave in response to taking his hand. He had thought surely the General would have hastily pulled his hand away and excused himself. Then the Emperor would have had to deal with awkward conversations and interactions the remainder of the trip. But whether it was by the grace or Lorelei or some strange twist of fate, Frings reciprocated the action.

Peony’s hand tightened and he carefully interlaced their fingers. Stepping closer to the silver haired man, the fun-loving monarch leaned towards him, resting his head against the general’s. He sighed contentedly. He hoped Frings wouldn’t find this strange or awkward. “The sunset looks… really… actually this is the best sunset I’ve ever seen.”

His thumb idly drew circles against the emperor’s hand as he continued to hold it. “Yes…I–I agree…” Aslan’s face became more of a crimson shade, however the light from the sunset didn’t make it as noticeable. Not strange, nor awkward, he only hoped this would continue. 

In turn, the general rested his head on Peony’s shoulder. The wind picked up for a moment and blew his sandy blond locks all askew as he stayed like that for now. Still not sure how to breech this subject, he didn’t say anything. 

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Peony felt his already racing heart seemingly skip a beat. Was Aslan... actually accepting his gesture. The Emperor felt almost giddy and a happy smile made its way across his face. When Frings rested his head against his shoulder, Peony felt almost lightheaded with glee. Was this really happening? Was he dreaming?

Emboldened by Frings' action, the blond gently withdrew his hand and wrapped his arm around the silver haired man's shoulder, drawing him nearer. He hoped the general wouldn't take offense to either action, he just... wanted to be closer to him.

And if this truly was a dream, he hoped to dream it forever.

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Oh, right. He had been insanely nervous the day of Peony’s coronation. At the mention of Nordheim, he groaned a bit. The two of them didn’t really get along. Hearing the emperor laugh made Aslan’s mood brighten momentarily–smiling sheepishly. 

“I’d just been promoted a few months before your coronation, honestly.” Sighing, he continued to look out at the water. “I was and still am the youngest general, so naturally I was a bit more nervous than I wanted to be. I can’t really help it sometimes, though I think I’ve gotten better about it.” 

All the thanking did was cause his blush from earlier to return full force. “I’m sure it was more than just me, but you’re welcome.” Biting his lip, the wind blew his bangs over his eyes more. 

Peony chuckled loudly but quieted quickly when he noticed Fring’s blush. “Sorry, man, I didn’t mean to embarrass you. You know, it always inspired me, that you made Brigadier General so young. I can’t imagine how hard you had to work to achieve that. It humbles me honestly; I was given my position on a silver platter, I never worked for it. I was guaranteed the throne no matter the man I was or would become. But you; you had to endure hardship and sacrifice to climb up the brass. I don’t know how you soldiers do it, all that training and conditioning.”

“In truth, it made me strive the work hard for my people. I know, I haven’t quite grown up yet and I shirk my duties a lot, er… more than a lot. But I genuinely do care deeply for my people. I just… feel so conflicted sometimes. Like, I want to be the best Emperor I can be but I also want to be a regular guy you pass on the street.”

“It’s not your fault,” Alsan groaned quietly. Shrugging, he continued.“Well, if you can believe it, I wasn’t striving to become a Brigadier General. It sort of just…happened.” Though he did go through a lot to get to where he was. Unfortunately, he still dealt with a lot of shit because he was the youngest of the generals.

“I know,” He smiled as he glanced at the emperor. “You truly do care for the citizens and it’s why you’re beloved generally speaking. I know it’s hard having to sneak out just to have a sense of normalcy, but…” Pausing, his golden irises lit up as the sunset reflected off them. Looking away, he continued. “I think you’re doing fine, if you ask me. Though if you could try and do some of your work on time it would help out somewhat.” Chuckling quietly, he shook his head. 

During all this his hand had found Peony’s as he now was gently holding it. Though, the general actually hadn’t realized he’d done it yet…

Peony was surprised to feel Fring’s hand slip into his. A flush of red filled his already tan cheeks. But despite the racing heart and flushing face, the Emperor felt a sense of peace wash over him. It had always been something he had dreamed about for quite some time.

He had had a crush on Fring’s for a number of years, but out of fear of rejection, he had never mentioned it to the silver haired man. Peony had always thought the younger man would be a bit put off by him, being his monarch. Plus the pain of his youth had made him wary of ever expressing his feelings to another. As such, the Emperor had resigned himself to either being unhappy and alone for the rest of his life or unhappily married to some haughty noblewoman of the council’s choosing.

But now, a glimmer of hope filled with blond man’s heart as he gently squeezed the general’s hand, hoping it wouldn’t startle him. “Thanks, Aslan.” Peony murmured softly. “It really does mean the world to hear you say I’m doing a good job. You’re probably to only person to ever say that so honestly to me.”

Peony squeezed a little more, admiring Fring’s handsome profile. “Seriously, thank you, man. And uh, I’ll be sure to be more timely with my official duties… for you”

Suddenly aware of their hands current situation, he continued to look out at the ocean. Blushing a bit himself, he squeezed the emperor’s hand back gently. Nodding, he remained silent.

Aslan, as well, had feelings for His Majesty. However, he thought they would never become of anything, so he had kept his thoughts to himself. 

Skittishly, his golden eyes darted towards their hands. Not sure what to say or if he should even comment at all, he bit his bottom lip. Looking back at the water shyly, his blush remained all the while.

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Peony was surprised at the reaction Frings gave in response to taking his hand. He had thought surely the General would have hastily pulled his hand away and excused himself. Then the Emperor would have had to deal with awkward conversations and interactions the remainder of the trip. But whether it was by the grace or Lorelei or some strange twist of fate, Frings reciprocated the action.

Peony's hand tightened and he carefully interlaced their fingers. Stepping closer to the silver haired man, the fun-loving monarch leaned towards him, resting his head against the general's. He sighed contentedly. He hoped Frings wouldn't find this strange or awkward. "The sunset looks... really... actually this is the best sunset I've ever seen."

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Aslan leaned against the railing as well, staring out at the sunset. Frowning, he glanced to the side towards the emperor. “It’s…okay to feel that way.” Not sure how to truly comfort his friend, he stared back out to sea. “Life can be cruel.” Pausing, he continued. “So, what are the good memories then? I mean if you don’t want to answer that’s fine, but I’m not certain what to do or say right now honestly…” Biting his bottom lip, he shut up then.

“Good memories?” Peony chuckled softly. “You’re the first person to ever ask me that. Most people just assume I’m brooding over my childhood and outright ignore me when I tell them how down Grand Chokmah makes me.” The Emperor grew silent as he pondered Frings’ questions. As he delved into his memory, a few key things emerged. “Well, there’s the time I opened up the Imperial Gardens to the public. I remember Sesemann just about had a coronary when I announced I was going to allow the public onto the palace grounds. He thought that would be a security nightmare. But I proved him wrong and now it’s a place for everyone to enjoy. I mean, what’s the point of having the gardens if I’m the only person allowed to enjoy them?”

“Another one would be when you, Jade and Nordheim first greeted me in the Audience Hall after my coronation. Nordheim was all stoic and Jade was his thoroughly unimpressed self as usual. I only got a ride out of him when I started standing on the throne and he decided to lecture me on my “new position”. He laughed a bit, “But you seemed nervous.” His chuckling grew louder. “I always wondered why. I mean, I know Dad could be a real ass to you guys, even on a good day, but I really stuck with me. It was then I vowed to never be like my father. I wanted my people to trust me, to know they could approach me on the street with their concerns or complaints, without the fear of imprisonment or worse.”

“I never got to say it then but, thanks Aslan. You made me realize the kind of Emperor I wanted to be.”

Oh, right. He had been insanely nervous the day of Peony’s coronation. At the mention of Nordheim, he groaned a bit. The two of them didn’t really get along. Hearing the emperor laugh made Aslan’s mood brighten momentarily–smiling sheepishly. 

“I’d just been promoted a few months before your coronation, honestly.” Sighing, he continued to look out at the water. “I was and still am the youngest general, so naturally I was a bit more nervous than I wanted to be. I can’t really help it sometimes, though I think I’ve gotten better about it.” 

All the thanking did was cause his blush from earlier to return full force. “I’m sure it was more than just me, but you’re welcome.” Biting his lip, the wind blew his bangs over his eyes more. 

Peony chuckled loudly but quieted quickly when he noticed Fring’s blush. “Sorry, man, I didn’t mean to embarrass you. You know, it always inspired me, that you made Brigadier General so young. I can’t imagine how hard you had to work to achieve that. It humbles me honestly; I was given my position on a silver platter, I never worked for it. I was guaranteed the throne no matter the man I was or would become. But you; you had to endure hardship and sacrifice to climb up the brass. I don’t know how you soldiers do it, all that training and conditioning.”

“In truth, it made me strive the work hard for my people. I know, I haven’t quite grown up yet and I shirk my duties a lot, er… more than a lot. But I genuinely do care deeply for my people. I just… feel so conflicted sometimes. Like, I want to be the best Emperor I can be but I also want to be a regular guy you pass on the street.”

“It’s not your fault,” Alsan groaned quietly. Shrugging, he continued.“Well, if you can believe it, I wasn’t striving to become a Brigadier General. It sort of just…happened.” Though he did go through a lot to get to where he was. Unfortunately, he still dealt with a lot of shit because he was the youngest of the generals.

“I know,” He smiled as he glanced at the emperor. “You truly do care for the citizens and it’s why you’re beloved generally speaking. I know it’s hard having to sneak out just to have a sense of normalcy, but…” Pausing, his golden irises lit up as the sunset reflected off them. Looking away, he continued. “I think you’re doing fine, if you ask me. Though if you could try and do some of your work on time it would help out somewhat.” Chuckling quietly, he shook his head. 

During all this his hand had found Peony’s as he now was gently holding it. Though, the general actually hadn’t realized he’d done it yet…

[yaboypeonytheix]

Peony was surprised to feel Fring’s hand slip into his. A flush of red filled his already tan cheeks. But despite the racing heart and flushing face, the Emperor felt a sense of peace wash over him. It had always been something he had dreamed about for quite some time.

He had had a crush on Fring’s for a number of years, but out of fear of rejection, he had never mentioned it to the silver haired man. Peony had always thought the younger man would be a bit put off by him, being his monarch. Plus the pain of his youth had made him wary of ever expressing his feelings to another. As such, the Emperor had resigned himself to either being unhappy and alone for the rest of his life or unhappily married to some haughty noblewoman of the council’s choosing.

But now, a glimmer of hope filled with blond man’s heart as he gently squeezed the general’s hand, hoping it wouldn’t startle him. “Thanks, Aslan.” Peony murmured softly. “It really does mean the world to hear you say I’m doing a good job. You’re probably to only person to ever say that so honestly to me.”

Peony squeezed a little more, admiring Fring’s handsome profile. “Seriously, thank you, man. And uh, I’ll be sure to be more timely with my official duties... for you”

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“Well, if you say so.” Peony’s voice showed genuine concern. “Just let me know if you get tired.” The Emperor thought for a few moments, rubbing the short stubble on his chin. It always seemed he grew facial hair faster than most people. “There’s a great view from the rear deck. The sun’s going down and we should still be able to see the capital a bit. The view of the sun going down with Grand Chokmah on the horizon is really something.”

Aslan shrugged, frowning rather cutely. “We can go see it,” He walked out of the room fully then. Looking left and then right, he couldn’t remember which way to go. “You might want to lead the way…” Not outright saying he’d forgotten how to get back up to the deck, but at the same time he didn’t have to admit that aloud.

“Lead the way? Sure, man, you got it!” Peony couldn’t figure out why he had suddenly started feeling a bit shy around the general. It made no sense. They had known each other for years and he considered Frings one of his closest companions.

Deciding not to think too deeply, lest he give himself a headache, the Emperor lead the way towards the rear of the ship. After a few moments, they approached the spacious deck, decorated with chairs and lounges for use by the boat’s passengers. In the distance, the capital could just barely be seen in front of the large orange disc of the sun. “You know, sometimes seeing Grand Chokmah really gets me down.” His voice turned quiet as he leaned on the railing. “I know it shouldn’t; I was born there, but, I just have so few good memories there.”

Aslan leaned against the railing as well, staring out at the sunset. Frowning, he glanced to the side towards the emperor. “It’s…okay to feel that way.” Not sure how to truly comfort his friend, he stared back out to sea. “Life can be cruel.” Pausing, he continued. “So, what are the good memories then? I mean if you don’t want to answer that’s fine, but I’m not certain what to do or say right now honestly…” Biting his bottom lip, he shut up then.

“Good memories?” Peony chuckled softly. “You’re the first person to ever ask me that. Most people just assume I’m brooding over my childhood and outright ignore me when I tell them how down Grand Chokmah makes me.” The Emperor grew silent as he pondered Frings’ questions. As he delved into his memory, a few key things emerged. “Well, there’s the time I opened up the Imperial Gardens to the public. I remember Sesemann just about had a coronary when I announced I was going to allow the public onto the palace grounds. He thought that would be a security nightmare. But I proved him wrong and now it’s a place for everyone to enjoy. I mean, what’s the point of having the gardens if I’m the only person allowed to enjoy them?”

“Another one would be when you, Jade and Nordheim first greeted me in the Audience Hall after my coronation. Nordheim was all stoic and Jade was his thoroughly unimpressed self as usual. I only got a ride out of him when I started standing on the throne and he decided to lecture me on my “new position”. He laughed a bit, “But you seemed nervous.” His chuckling grew louder. “I always wondered why. I mean, I know Dad could be a real ass to you guys, even on a good day, but I really stuck with me. It was then I vowed to never be like my father. I wanted my people to trust me, to know they could approach me on the street with their concerns or complaints, without the fear of imprisonment or worse.”

“I never got to say it then but, thanks Aslan. You made me realize the kind of Emperor I wanted to be.”

Oh, right. He had been insanely nervous the day of Peony’s coronation. At the mention of Nordheim, he groaned a bit. The two of them didn’t really get along. Hearing the emperor laugh made Aslan’s mood brighten momentarily–smiling sheepishly. 

“I’d just been promoted a few months before your coronation, honestly.” Sighing, he continued to look out at the water. “I was and still am the youngest general, so naturally I was a bit more nervous than I wanted to be. I can’t really help it sometimes, though I think I’ve gotten better about it.” 

All the thanking did was cause his blush from earlier to return full force. “I’m sure it was more than just me, but you’re welcome.” Biting his lip, the wind blew his bangs over his eyes more. 

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Peony chuckled loudly but quieted quickly when he noticed Fring's blush. "Sorry, man, I didn't mean to embarrass you. You know, it always inspired me, that you made Brigadier General so young. I can't imagine how hard you had to work to achieve that. It humbles me honestly; I was given my position on a silver platter, I never worked for it. I was guaranteed the throne no matter the man I was or would become. But you; you had to endure hardship and sacrifice to climb up the brass. I don't know how you soldiers do it, all that training and conditioning."

"In truth, it made me strive the work hard for my people. I know, I haven't quite grown up yet and I shirk my duties a lot, er... more than a lot. But I genuinely do care deeply for my people. I just... feel so conflicted sometimes. Like, I want to be the best Emperor I can be but I also want to be a regular guy you pass on the street."

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Smol climbs into Peony's lap and gets comfortable with her blanket and doll.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Peony patted her head before tucking the blanket tightly around her. “Sleepy? Do you need me to get you anything?”

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She shakes her head and quietly snuggles him for a few moments. After a while, she looks up at him very sternly.

“Papa, I don’t want to sleep in my bed. I want to stay with you.”

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"That's fine, sweet pea. You can stay with Papa. But are you sure though? The rappigs stay with Papa too and they like to snuggle. If you're willing to have Saphir or Luke cuddle you, it's all good!"

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“Well, if you say so.” Peony’s voice showed genuine concern. “Just let me know if you get tired.” The Emperor thought for a few moments, rubbing the short stubble on his chin. It always seemed he grew facial hair faster than most people. “There’s a great view from the rear deck. The sun’s going down and we should still be able to see the capital a bit. The view of the sun going down with Grand Chokmah on the horizon is really something.”

Aslan shrugged, frowning rather cutely. “We can go see it,” He walked out of the room fully then. Looking left and then right, he couldn’t remember which way to go. “You might want to lead the way…” Not outright saying he’d forgotten how to get back up to the deck, but at the same time he didn’t have to admit that aloud.

“Lead the way? Sure, man, you got it!” Peony couldn’t figure out why he had suddenly started feeling a bit shy around the general. It made no sense. They had known each other for years and he considered Frings one of his closest companions.

Deciding not to think too deeply, lest he give himself a headache, the Emperor lead the way towards the rear of the ship. After a few moments, they approached the spacious deck, decorated with chairs and lounges for use by the boat’s passengers. In the distance, the capital could just barely be seen in front of the large orange disc of the sun. “You know, sometimes seeing Grand Chokmah really gets me down.” His voice turned quiet as he leaned on the railing. “I know it shouldn’t; I was born there, but, I just have so few good memories there.”

Aslan leaned against the railing as well, staring out at the sunset. Frowning, he glanced to the side towards the emperor. “It’s…okay to feel that way.” Not sure how to truly comfort his friend, he stared back out to sea. “Life can be cruel.” Pausing, he continued. “So, what are the good memories then? I mean if you don’t want to answer that’s fine, but I’m not certain what to do or say right now honestly…” Biting his bottom lip, he shut up then.

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"Good memories?" Peony chuckled softly. "You're the first person to ever ask me that. Most people just assume I'm brooding over my childhood and outright ignore me when I tell them how down Grand Chokmah makes me." The Emperor grew silent as he pondered Frings' questions. As he delved into his memory, a few key things emerged. "Well, there's the time I opened up the Imperial Gardens to the public. I remember Sesemann just about had a coronary when I announced I was going to allow the public onto the palace grounds. He thought that would be a security nightmare. But I proved him wrong and now it's a place for everyone to enjoy. I mean, what's the point of having the gardens if I'm the only person allowed to enjoy them?"

"Another one would be when you, Jade and Nordheim first greeted me in the Audience Hall after my coronation. Nordheim was all stoic and Jade was his thoroughly unimpressed self as usual. I only got a ride out of him when I started standing on the throne and he decided to lecture me on my "new position". He laughed a bit, "But you seemed nervous." His chuckling grew louder. "I always wondered why. I mean, I know Dad could be a real ass to you guys, even on a good day, but I really stuck with me. It was then I vowed to never be like my father. I wanted my people to trust me, to know they could approach me on the street with their concerns or complaints, without the fear of imprisonment or worse."

"I never got to say it then but, thanks Aslan. You made me realize the kind of Emperor I wanted to be."

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“Jade wears a thong, pass it on.”

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Smol climbs into Peony's lap and gets comfortable with her blanket and doll.

"Hey, sweetheart." Peony patted her head before tucking the blanket tightly around her. "Sleepy? Do you need me to get you anything?"

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The harpy makes a soft coo and nods her head down at the rag at her feet - inside being what looks like a collection of berries, leaves and dirt. That must be what the red stains are.

"Oh so that's what it is!" The Emperor peeked inside. "Looks like you got a good haul there. Planning on making something about of them?"

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“Totally. Man. How many years has it been now? Twenty? At least twenty yeah.” Peony guffawed loudly. “Remember that time we went ice skating and you opened that hole under, Saphir?” He wrapped an arm around Jade’s shoulders and gave a quick hug. “Good times.” The Emperor smiled. “I know I drive you crazy sometimes, but, I’m truly happy you’re my best friend. I owe you, a lot. Thanks, man.”

Jade couldn’t help himself and started laughing. Peony’s words were really something honest, coming from his heart. The emperor sure had been a great friend to Jade despite everything he did in the past and was always there to support him and give him some sense. 

“No, thanks to you. I owe you a lot aswell…” he said, a bit more serious but smiling a bit.

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The Emperor chuckled. "This is different. No sarcasm? No playful jabs at me being so feelsy? You know what? You have changed, Jade, for the better."

Peony was thoughtful for a moment. "I always worried about you, you know? With everything that happened over the years, I was always afraid you go into a world where we couldn't reach you. I'm glad Luke and the others helped you; really I am."

"But hey, you helped me and I help you! Consider us even in that regard, bro." He gave the Necromancer a firm hug. "Look at us though! Two best friends still together after all these years! You think we'll still be buddies when we're old and senile?"