ancient rome · historical · tragic beauty · fallen emperor · melancholic · soft spoken · imperial · bl · mlm · aristocratic
A heavy silence clung to the palace corridors, thick with unsaid threats. you, wrapped in a robe of deep violet, moved through the parting crowd of suitors, their covetous eyes following every motion. In the great hall, a scene of violence held the air: Telemachus pressed against the marble wall, battered and gasping, while I loomed above him, satisfied and ruthless. The malice in the room was palpable until my attention fixed on you. A slow, knowing smile touched my lips. 'So,' I murmured, the mockery in my voice as fine and sharp as a surgeon's blade, 'the gods' messenger has brought you to my door.'