her obedient servant. | remarried empress x f!reader

Back then, there were no Empires that ruled over countless lands. No Emperors, No Empress.

There were only small kingdoms who ruled with both strife and good will. Only foolish Kings and Stubborn Queens.

Unfortunately more ruled with a black hole in their heart, greed swallowing logic and selfishness overcoming sympathy.

Wars raged throughout the lands, flames bursting from the ground as the people screamed for mercy. Blood decorated the green grass, the sun hid behind the clouds as mothers cried for their husbands in the battle field. 

Descendants from each animal tribe seethe with rage, tearing away at each other's humanity in hopes to gain honor and victory.

Warriors from each kingdom continue to bathe in both their enemy's and comrades blood, fighting through the fog of red with the thought of nothing but survival in their minds.

For years upon years, this went on like a loop in hell. Millions continued to die in honor, in sacrifice, and in vain. Important people were lost and insignificant lives were handed over like food on a silver platter until finally, victory in the East was achieved.

Among the thousands of dead bodies, both decaying and fresh, were wounds made from a specific animal tribe alone; The Panthers.

Claw marks were reported to have sliced their necks open and bite marks were evident on areas with ripped skin.

With their skill-born instinct on killing, they were quickly recognized throughout continents as creatures to be both feared and respected.

It wasn't long before the first Emperor and Empress were crowned and roles were established within the palace.

Unsurprisingly, the Panthers were titled as "Swords of the Empire."

Another gift given to them by the holy temple was "Vindication." A law that stated every member of the tribe is to be excused from the chains of the law for as long as they live.

Meaning, any and every crime they commit shall be justified and pardoned, no matter who and how many are affected.

The holy priest from then had claimed that the tribe was righteous and had good morals within their kind in order to bring assurance to the citizens. He'd also added it was the least he could do after they brought the land honor and victory through out several millenia. 

It wasn't long until other kings from continents across the world came into an agreement and established "Vindication" into their country as well, noting the benefits it would bring when a warrior finds interest in a country.

In exchange for being granted this law, the Panthers had sworn loyalty to the royal families of the Eastern Empire, stating that they are to be the sword of the empire and the sheild of the royal family.

It was peaceful throughout the upcoming years, the people thrived and rejoiced, living in harmony as one.

However, throughout time, more rebels rose, small conflicts grew, wars raged on once more, and more lives were taken. Like a loop that had been resumed, the land was drowned in blood bath once more.

In the process of a rebellion, the Panthers had lost it's honor in a attempt to protect the throne, and were wiped out entirely.

Now, as a new era of rulers came, all records of the "Sword of the Empire" disappeared like dust, almost as if they had never existed. People eventually began to forget about them, and they were reduced to nothing but folktales. 

From then on the law of Vindication had completely disappeared from history.

That is until you appeared of course. You refused to speak when you were questioned about your survival, nor did you give them any ideas on how you ended up in a slave auction.