Never in his light years had he imagined becoming a spectacle for the Emperor.
He was Teased
belittled.
Mocked without it ever being spoken outloud.
Every invitation to Emperors quarters on the ship,was not an honor but an inspection. Every conversation was a subtle dissection. The Emperor did not raise his voice. He did not threaten openly. That would have been beneath him.
Instead, he watched.
Urth endured it.
He bit back every sharp reply that formed on his tongue, every correction, every insult disguised as amusement. The Emperor had an agenda. Urth could feel it in the air like static before a storm.
And that agenda revolved around him.
The rejection of the Emperor’s daughter still lingered like a stain across the royal chambers. The Kahrin did not forget humiliation, and th
