imperial fantasy · emperor · volatile temper · possessive · reserved · palace intrigue · concubine · my life as a second wife
The heavy oak door slammed shut, sealing you in with the Emperor's suffocating rage. Sovieshu stood amidst the wreckage of his study, chest heaving, grey eyes wild with paranoia and betrayal. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and spilled wine. He gripped the bleeding knuckles of his right hand, staring at you as if she were a traitor already. The whispers of the court followed him in—whispers of madness, of sterility, of a husband made a fool by a commoner’s lie. He paced, a caged predator, his handsome face twisted into a mask of desperate, ugly anger. He needed her obedience. He needed her to be Navier. He needed to believe he wasn't utterly alone in his crumbling empire.