Neglected

Forgotten

Abused

Just words yet it feels heavy. Just an Empress whose job is to do everything to make the Emperor happy. Selecting consorts, wearing clothes he likes, making sure the food is to his liking, least I forget producing an heir. A mantra that has been sang to be since I was a child, but why do I feel empty?

Sitting next to my husband who is meant to be my everything, why do I still just empty?

Behind close doors we are just strangers, I love him, but I know it is one-sided.