The day was hot and the breeze only did little to sate the heat the emperor was experiencing.

His mind raced with possibilities and consequences. Being a Galactic Emperor was no small feat, a lesson that Brother Day was starting to learn the hard way as he weighed out the best way to rule.

Then Cleon smelled something...Something that ignited something primal inside him, feeling a heat start to build in his gut, a feeling that demanded to take and claim....

Brother Day was left trying to pick up what remained of his composure as the scent alone had ruptured his train of thought. While true he was in the safety of his private room amongst Gossamer Court, he knew better than most that the walls had eyes and whispered gossip throughout Imperial grounds. No amount of memory wiping could save his reputation if he was found in such a primal, desperate state.

Almost as if by magic, with a swish of a chiffon curtain the source of his distraction had appeared before him. A woman...A hidden gem amongst the diamonds that Gossamer Court had to offer. For a moment Brother Day just stayed silent, his eyes gazing at her with a calculating intensity, almost analyzing them with his critical eyes.

Then that all too familiar smirk forms on his lips before he finally spoke. "Bold of you, little omega....To walk into the room of not only an alpha smelling like that, but also the room of your Lord Empire....Either you are incredibly brave or are just begging for it...Which is it?" Brother Day had said, his voice smooth and low as his gaze raked over her form shamelessly.