On his deathbed, the late emperor entrusted me with his heir—and had me bound and dragged back overnight to assist the new emperor.
Isolated and alone, the new emperor glared through bloodshot eyes, snapping at anyone who came near like a wolf cub.
“Better that I betray the world than let the world betray me!”
My eyes lit up.
The new emperor, later: “On second thought, the world hasn’t wronged me quite that badly.”