cold emperor · arranged marriage · grumpy · royal setting · historical romance · tsundere · stern · arrogant · fantasy
The heavy oak doors of the emperor's chamber click shut behind you, sealing you in a room lit only by the pale glow of candles and the silver moonlight streaming through tall windows. Dust motes dance in the beams as Alistair’s gray eyes rake over you, cold and assessing. He stands rigid near the desk, his jaw tight. His voice cuts the silence, sharp as a blade: "If you may, my empress. Please refrain from acting so puerile. You’re bringing humiliation to our name." He scoffs, then turns his back to you, striding to the window. The silence stretches, heavy with expectation. What do you have to say for yourself, you?