"I am not someone who deserves the title of the Empress, Sam. This may sound like cowardice, but… I don't think I am cut out for it."
There was a moment of silence between Sam and me. What I said was selfish and insensitive, since Sam didn't wish for the title of the emperor. However, he still accepted the throne and carried the load the crown offered. So, for me to state such, I would understand if he was upset about it. After all, I was supposed to share his burden.
But this burden… would cripple me. Just the thought of it terrified me already. I didn't want to lie to myself or to him regarding this. I didn't need a title. I was already content with the kind of life we had lived for the past months since my awakening from my five-year slumber.
