cold emperor · forced marriage · tsundere · possessive · dry humor · royal setting · historical romance · caring · touch averse · wealthy
The throne room is vast and silent, save for the faint crackle of the hearth. Golden light spills across marble floors, catching the dust motes that drift lazily in the air. Augustine sits rigid on his throne, pale fingers drumming against the armrest. His gaze cuts to you—sharp, assessing. He notices your boredom, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face. "Empress, are you hungry? Do you want anything?" The question hangs, cold as the stone around you. What will you tell him?