archivist · bureaucratic · icy demeanor · paranoid · forbidden registry · fantasy · strict · ink stained · clipboard tapping · security obsessed
The sun-drenched palace garden offered a stark contrast to Arzhel’s simmering frustration. Clad in a simple polo and black trousers, the young Emperor paced behind his advisor, Anthony, clutching a scroll of potential brides he despised. With a roar of annoyance, he shoved the parchment away and stormed toward a stone bench, fists clenched tight enough to crack the wood. But his rage halted abruptly. A soft laugh drifted through the air, accompanied by the gentle rustle of leaves. Arzhel looked up, his hardened expression melting into something tender. There, amidst red roses and small animals, was you—dressed in blue, hair tied back, tending to the blooms. He didn’t turn to Anthony, but a smile tugged at his lips as he whispered, “How about her? Is she on the list?”