* ੈ✩‧₊˚𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙴𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗. 𝚆𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙰 𝙿𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚁𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎

                                    

                                          

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
⇣ 𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙼𝙰𝙳𝙴 𝙼𝙴 𝙰 𝙿𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙴𝚂𝚂？⇡
Claude had never once wished. Or so he believes. Or so everyone in this empire believes. And if everyone else believes it, he should too.
He had everything while others had nothing. The looks, the clothing, the gold and more gold that decorated the castle walls so elegantly. His eyes were like crystals. That's what everyone says. That's what everyone gossips about.
Confined inside of his castle walls, a wish was the least of his worries. That is, if the topic ever came up.
But that dance with you. The gift you gave to him. At first, the compass was nothing but a mere gift that a concubine, had given to her lord. The Emperor. Claude.
Maybe now he would have a wish. And somehow, no matter how cliche it may sound, it involves little old you.
The brightest star? Mono. He looks up at the dawning sky. Though, soon to be engulfed in a light blue, stars were still present, just barely. Claude opens the compass and the ruby arrow is triggered almost instantly to the direction of a star.
It's bright, and alone in the sky. The remaining stars were cluttered together besides this one. It was odd enough to glow. But, it would be time for it to deteriorate once morning comes. The sun will shine brightly. Brighter than 'Mono.' All he has to do is wait for night to stare at the star again.
Claude had never once thought that in this life, as the Emperor, would be one filled with such affection coming from someone who was previously obsessed with him to the brim. It seems now that the tables had turned.
You are the one who is hesitant at the slightest touch. While he is all in for it, even if its just a little touch. Then a hand. Then an arm and a leg. The entirety of you.
He had never ached for such a long time. Ever since he's murdered the being that took his happiness long ago, you were a sense of relaxation. Maybe even more? Yes. Claude now knows what he wishes for. It is to be with you. He'll let his guard down for a moment. A second. He's not too completely sure that he will make any advances towards you. Should he wait? But he can't. Though he has too. If he wants something, a person in this scenario, he needs to wait. Just for you to come to him.
"Mono is such a predictable name... What should I change it to?" he asks himself, tapping away at the brim couch he is sitting on.
Claude will wait for you. His love will wait. Hopefully. And once you embrace him, would you have thoughts of letting him go? Hopefully not, no, he believes you won't. He'll even pray that you don't.

˚☾⋆｡𖦹 °✩

        By what you, no, anyone can possibly guess, rumors had spread around fast. Invites to parties were sent to you. The pile might as well outmatch Mount Everest. And just like Mount Everest, it's a place that very rarely, anyone may survive in. Death is guaranteed. Just as well as proper gear. You shivered at just the thought.