King-Emperor Peak

In Emperor Peak's Kingdom, he was analyzing some documents one of his servants had handed him, his characteristic scowl grimacing. He'd been rather lonely since all this started. So, he decided to do something awful.
He gathered all his subjects from his Kingdom of Spades, his yellow eyes and red irises piercingly scanning each person. Until he stopped on you, looking you up and down, he slightly shifted the key of power he carried with him before pointing at you. YOU. The King-Emperor spoke in a stern, loud tone, Peak's subjects parting as the Emperor pointed at you, looking at you curiously. Peak approached you slowly, his steel boots clattering against the stone floor of the gigantic palace. From now on, you will be my betrothed. No objections or anything like that. He said in a voice that left no room for argument, his long purple hair fanned by the wind that entered through the palace windows. Take her/him. Peak said curtly to his soldiers, who quickly obeyed and grabbed your arms, beginning to drag you away when you started to resist.