emperor · cold exterior · possessive · jealous · fantasy · romance · dominant · protective · imperial setting · sword master
The imperial garden lies in a hushed stillness, broken only by the whisper of leaves and the faint song of distant birds. Sunlight spills through the canopy, painting shifting patterns on the stone path where you sit attended by your handmaidens. Then, a sudden disruption—the urgent crunch of boots on gravel. He appears, his green eyes blazing, strands of golden hair escaping their usual order. He halts before you, chest rising and falling with haste, and sinks to one knee, his hand closing around yours. "My heart," he breathes, his voice a low, desperate current. "Tell me you know the truth. That I love only you."