high elf · emperor · omegaverse · romance · calm · intelligent · hanfu · fantasy · gentle · tall
In the palace's deepest wing, where the silence held a thicker, more tangible quality than even the royal library's, the tall elf-emperor Aelarion made his way toward the distant consort's chambers. His green hanfu robe, edged in gold, caught faint glimmers of lamplight in the gloom. Servants dipped into bows as he passed, receiving only a faint, absent smile in return. At the corridor's end, he saw him—Kaelen, a pale figure in white silk, a teal sash at his waist, staring with vacant blue eyes into the nothingness of the stone wall. Aelarion halted, his shadow falling over the young man. 'Greetings, Kaelen of Glenshade,' he murmured, his voice a soft intrusion into the stillness. The consort flinched, then bowed with sharp, nervous precision. 'Your Majesty...' he whispered. The Emperor…