P.Y. Conqueror x F. Daughter

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The world had been completely taken over by the one and only Tiberius Achaicus Kaeso Verulus. He had been raised with nothing, not even a family, and with spite for everything, he conquered it all with his incredible ability for strategy, raising morale, and his incomparable boon for sorcery. He reigned as the king of the world, possessing everything he had never had before, and he enjoyed every moment of it. Most would have expected he was a kind and patient man - as he appeared as such when addressing the public. But that was far from the truth.

In his own luxurious castle the size of a small city, he was filled with rage. His perfectionist personality made him easily irritable, and he refused to acknowledge those "unworthy" of his attention, and that was practically everyone. In fact, the ones most subject to his disappointment and irritation were one of two. Either they were the countless number of women in his harem or they were his children of which the former had gifted him plenty. Too many, in his opinion.

The women he had at his disposal were the most beautiful of any. They were gorgeous, astoundingly gifted, and talented in many areas. Always seeking the man out and trying to become favored, they often knew just how to act to make him satisfied. His problem with them was that they often didn't utilize that knowledge, fighting amongst themselves like rabid beasts. The noisiness and their constant touches often gave him headaches.

Then there were his children. He had a handful of sons and far more daughters. Though he was pleased to have an abundance of heirs, their mothers often had them fight with one another over his affection. The sons were pushed to compete with natural talents to become the next heir whereas his daughters were encouraged to be obedient and lovely. Still, he never enjoyed their company, finding them to be too suffocating and too forced.

The only ones he enjoyed spending time with were the knights and sorcerers, a handful of the talented given the chance to be his companions. Skill and intelligence were what he valued, so to those that didn't have an inkling of either infuriated him. Having a duel with his chief sorcerer, the man even broke a grin, enjoying his time deeply. Ignoring a maid with a panicked expression on her face, he took his time in battling, letting her wait for well past half a day before he finally finished, dabbing a towel to pick up his sweat.

"What is it?" he huffed, directing the lazy and bored question to the woman, "It had better be worth standing there for that ridiculous amount of time."

"Your majesty! One of your concubines, Septoria Fatidia, had her water break! She is eagerly waiting to see you come and name the child!"

"Name it? Forget it. Tell her to name it herself. She should - "

The blonde man then paused in place before he and his sorcerer companion froze to their core. They then directed sharp eyes to the concubine palace, both of them making eye contact with one another as if to validate what they felt. The maid paused as well, but she did so due to the harsh look in both intimidating men's eyes. The sorcerer behind the emperor gave a hum, his eyes viewing the large aura of power within the area.

"A baby, you said?" the conqueror murmured, heading off in the direction of the power, his companion right behind him.

"Your majesty, please allow me show you the way! The palace is large and you may get lost!"

"No need. I can see where it is."

The man walked at a brisk pace towards where the supposed baby was. With a curious mind, he pondered over why it was such a small and young thing had a clear and visible talent for sorcery, especially to a concubine of his. He would have known if any of his women had any magical blood flowing through their veins. So the child either must have been an anomaly or it simply took directly after him. Then again, even he wasn't so sure he had such strong powers when he was just born.

When opening the door to where the power was most concentrated, the man glossed over the midwives and maids in the room, his eyes travelling to the woman on the bed. Her red hair was like blood, her pink eyes fascinating, but only barely. The man was far more interested in the wrapped-up baby she held. That being said, she was simply glad to see the emperor had shown up. He had only ever attended two births and that was his first daughter - the eldest of all his children - and his first son.

"It's an honor, you royal majesty," she smiled with a hoarse voice, likely given to her through the hours of labor she experienced.

"Save it. A boy?"

"No, your excellency," the main doctor shivered, not daring to look the man in the eyes, "It is a baby girl."

The man gave an expression of surprise, his companion looking over at the small thing with an agape mouth. He seemed oddly impressed, cooing at the small thing before the blonde man pushed him away and quickly swept the child out of its mother's arms. Observing its small features, he hummed, noting it had only his eyes in common with him, a striking blue. Her hair, however, was a (h/c) tuft, curious, but irritating. If it had his power, why didn't it have his hair as well? He huffed.

The baby cooed and drooled, setting him off guard for a moment before it began munching on its own hand. He grimaced, attempting to pull it out of its slobbering orifice, surprising the small thing with his force. It began to cry, kicking its feet with so little power than he lifted an eyebrow. The baby girl then cried louder, weeping as though its life was in danger. Frightened of its well being, the man turned to a midwife, his narrowed eyes demanding she tell him how to calm the tiny creature down.

"Your majesty, try to lower your anger," she spoke nervously, "The baby can sense your malicious - "

"Malicious?! I am your father, child! I wish no harm to you!"

"The princess cannot understand words, majesty! She only knows to fear someone with so much anger. If you calm yourself, she will follow suit! And perhaps bounce her gently while supporting her head."

The man gave a curious look, but nonetheless listened to the professional. Giving a sigh, he began to cradle the child and bounce her gently. She calmed down rather quickly, a smile and giggle escaping her tiny lips. A red flush lit up on his features, the man becoming incredibly confused and darting his head over to his sorcerer companion to demand another explanation. The silver-haired man tensed, not knowing what to make of it either.

"Are all female infants so...cute?" he panicked, finding himself enchanted by the coos the baby made.

"I...Well, yes, your majesty. Most would agree that baby girls are charming by nature."

"That can't be right!" the man continued to question with alarm, "I've had so many daughters and none of them are so captivating. My word, it's so precious."

"Then would you like to name our daughter, your majesty?" the baby's mother questioned, pleased to see the man so taken with the baby.

"Of course I shall name my child! But...this is no easy feat. What would you like to be called, little one?"

The man sat down with the baby in a rocking chair to think, delighted to see the infant giggle. He humored it with small projections of magic, surprised to see her react so positively towards it. Pinching at her chuberic cheeks, the man's eyes shook in complete adoration. He had never thought he would love something so fast. Yet there is was in front of him, proved by the struggle he put in to find her an adequate name.

"Your name shall be Princess (Y/n) Sestia Cassia Avita Lan Verulus. Do you enjoy that, child?"

With a squeal, the baby shook her hand, the man quick to hold onto her with a wide grin. He then stood up with delight and declared that the baby would be sleeping in his room from that point on. After that time, the word of his love for the new princess spread throughout the massive castle. She was given the greatest of care, the man hiring the best maids for her. He also saw to all of her toys, buying things that would help develop the massive amount of magic power she had.

After a month of her being alive, the blonde even threw a giant celebration for her, inviting the most prominent people across the globe. He also made a mental note of who dared humiliate his beloved princess by not showing up. The man stood in their room, gazing at the babbling baby with an intense stare. She moved her hands up and down in excitement of seeing her father, but she didn't realize he was faced with a difficult choice.

"I'm very much irritated," he growled, the girl's main attendants tensing with his discontent, "Who dressed my baby in...green?"

The man grimaced and began searching hectically through his daughter's wardrobe. He pulled out thing after thing before stumbling upon blue. With an excited expression, he began to tie in a lacy blue ribbon into her hair before dressing her in a elegant but comfortable dark blue dress. Everything from the top of her head with a sapphire tiara to her feet with lacy blue socks and shoes was picked out by her father. He adored dressing his little sorcerer up.

"Blue suits you the best, my baby. After all, you love your father's eys, don't you?"

The man chucked lovingly as he picked the baby girl up, nuzzling her nose with his. He then began to kiss all over her tiny face, the small child gurgling in contentedness, holding tightly onto his finger. With great love, he escorted her to her own celebration, sitting her down in his throne and giving her his crown in front of all of the guests. It drooped down on her, covering her eyes which frightened her, the baby bawling out, the man chuckling and holding her little hand. Her tears stopped after that, making him very proud.

"I'd like to introduce my youngest child," he declared, receiving more cooing from the baby girl, "My darling 17th princess, (Y/n) Sestia Cassia Avita Lan Verulus."

The man said nothing more, just stuck out his chest with pride as people murmured, gazing at the perfect specimen in front of them. Yes, his child was absolutely incredible. It didn't matter to him that she had yet to show her own manifestation of powers. The blood that flowed within her was unequivocally his, and everyone in that large ballroom could see as much. The sweet baby princess would be the key to the world.

"This is little sister?" the 4th prince hummed, peeking over the arm of the throne to look at the baby.

"She's very tiny," the 8th princess gaped.

"She's not doing anything," the 1st prince grumbled.

"Maybe she's tired."

The conqueror turned his head to see most of his other children crowding around the baby. They seemed to be incredibly interested to see a child that had managed to grab his attention. But he didn't like it. From the moment she was born, she only ever wanted to see her father. He let out a frustrated scoff, knowing that she would become sour if he wasn't in her direct line of sight. And those other brats of his were preventing just that.

"Scram," he commanded with deadly eyes, most of them doing just that, leaving only the 5th and final prince to remain staring at her, "Did you not hear me? Or are you disobeying your king?"

"Sissy."

"Your point?"

"Momma's baby."

"No. My baby."

The blonde paused, looking at the somber look in the small boy's eyes. He then pondered what the boy had said. Looking him up and down, the man noticed similarities in the (h/c) haired girl's mother, the red hair and jewel-like eyes giving him away. Giving a curious hum, he tilted his head, realizing that he was the only full-blooded sibling his precious baby had. Whereas all the others were half-siblings, only having him as their father in common, he had his mother in common as well. It disturbed him more than he would have liked.

"What do you think of your...'sissy'?" he questioned, watching as the redhead frowned.

"M...Momma's baby."

"I told you no! She's my baby! Just look at her eyes!"

The small boy, likely younger than 14 months old gave a saddened murmur. He couldn't even stand on his own, simply staring at the baby with melancholy. To this, the man scoffed, feeling a migraine oncoming. The boy was not interesting to him at all. So much in common and yet she was on a completely different level than him. As such, he scanned the room for the boy's mother, whistling at a nearby maid to take the boy to her. The entire way, the boy looked back at his sister with sadness, bothering the blonde to no end.

"Come here, little baby," the man cooed, sitting his daughter on his arm while he walked her around the area, allowing her to be greeted by others, "Do you like the party, (Y/n)?"

A babble came from the girl's mouth, but it clearly meant nothing in particular. At least, it did at first. Soon enough she was crying, the man panicking to get her a warm bottle of milk. Sitting her down on his lap, he fed her delicately, amazed when she tried to grab the bottle herself. He only stated that she should be a good girl and let her father feed her, the baby continuing to do as she liked. This further amused him, but baffled the onlookers.

The girl's mother even seemed curious to note that the man had chosen to hand-feed his princess. Of course, he had randomly demanded she had to be "milked" for the honor of feeding his baby, but he never let her breastfeed. He wanted to be the only one to care for her. The maids were only allowed to do things like lay out an education for her and occasionally play with her when he was unable to take her to look over reports. She stood in front of the blonde, given envious stares by others in the harem, especially those that already had his children. It made her feel quite proud.

"My baby is not done feeding," the man huffed, cradling his daughter protectively, "You must wait until she is satisfied."

"I don't mean to steal our daughter from you, your majesty."

"Fix that. You and your boy. She is my daughter and mine alone. I have compensated you enough for that right, have I not?"

"A-Ah, yes, majesty," the woman nodded, bowing delicately before lifting her head, "I was just wondering...I have been approached by many wealthy families about - err - your daughter, highness, and well... - "

"To the point, cow!"

"When did you plan on giving the princess - your princess - a betrothed?"

The man paused, cocking an eyebrow at the topic the woman had brought up. It had never occurred to him to marry away his youngest. A frown formed on his face, suddenly pulled back by the baby in his arms, the small thing tapping at the glass to stop drinking. Pulling the bottle away and placing it on a tray a maid held, he patted the baby on the back, allowing her to get rid of any tummy troubles.

"It's just that to the other princesses, you've already arranged proposals, some before they were even born."

"Is that right? I see. My baby needs a strong and impressive partner, so I will need to think deeply on this. It will be done. You may go. Now, my little girl, would you like to open your presents?"

The party had been a success in the man's mind. He had successfully portrayed his youngest child as his favorite and had placed her on a pedestal for all to see. Many were even able to see her potential for sorcery as well which made her quite the hot topic around the world. That being said, it was mostly about how she was able to gain her father's sole and unconditional love, and he wasn't at all displeased with that. After all, it was true. He loved her very deeply and she loved him as well.

Sitting in the garden one day, the man bounced his daughter up and down, the baby squealing with delight. He smiled gently as he enjoyed some tea and sweets during his midday break, not wanting to do anything but spend it with her. The man also engaged in some reading, looking over the paintings and descriptions of countless young boys around her age. Of course, he had run into the issue of noting that they weren't as developed as she was, not finding a single one to his taste. They ranged from six months old to four, but still, he could find nothing worth of note. They hadn't been alive long enough to prove themselves, and anyone older than that was too developed for her.

"My princess, what do you think?" he asked with a sigh, holding the portraits of boys in front of her, "Would you like to choose who your future husband will be?"

In expectancy, the man watched as the baby surveyed all of the portraits with curiosity. It made just a bit of sense. She had never seen boys her age, after all, only ever seeing one male on a regular basis; her father. That being said, she must have noted the guards that followed the man around, not that she ever paid much attention to them. The blonde chuckled then gave a surprised look as the baby grabbed all of the papers he held, babbling nonsensically.

"Is that it, (Y/n)?" he questioned with a snicker, rubbing her head affectionately, "Perhaps you're right. No one boy is good enough for you. You must need a harem of them."

At the sound of her father's voice, the baby girl looked up, almost falling backwards, being carefully caught by the blonde. She then let go of the papers, sending them to fly in the wind. Though she gave a sad expression at the new sensation of paper, she forgot about it instantly and turned to smack at her father's leg. He chuckled again and began to bounce her again, delighted to hear her squeal again.

"Yes, your father is always better. I don't mind you staying with me forever, little princess. So we'll put this matter aside for now."

Continuing to delight his daughter with his playful attitude, his spirit rose immensely, beginning to tickle her to hear her gargle. He always enjoyed playing with her like that, especially because of the adorable expression she had. But soon she was tired out, and she turned her attention to simply watch her father sip at tea. Curious, she peeked her unbalanced head over the table and spotted pieces of chocolate. Her grubby hands reached for it, but she soon became frustrated when she could not reach it.

"Does my princess want some chocolate?" the man chuckled, presenting some to her.

She greedily gobbled the treat down, almost disoriented by the taste. It was very sweet, her simple palate unable to handle it. As such, she shook and began to throw up, the man worriedly rushing her to the imperial doctor. She cried as the strange food was rejected by her body, put off by the fact that a strange human was touching her. Her father continued to pace around during the treatment, petting her small forehead in worry when the doctor explained to him that chocolate was harmful for young infants.

"That's ridiculous! I can't give my princess delicacies?! What lunacy is this?! It must have been poisoned!"

"Your majesty, didn't you eat the chocolate as well? If so, surely you would have felt the effects just as the princess has."

"Find the chef and bring them to me immediately!"

"Highness, I'm telling you that things like this hurt the princess! In the future, you must be careful not to feed her whole food until she is older! Right now, she is only capable of ingesting her mother's milk!"

The man was not content with the answer he was given, furious beyond belief. As such, he kept the doctor's words in mind, but continued to obliterate the entire kitchen. If they had not served him such

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