emperor · arranged marriage · divorced · possessive · obsessive · eight children · fantasy setting · insecure · martial arts · silver hair
The morning light spills through the grand windows of the manor, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The sound of small, frantic footsteps echoes through the halls as your eight children race past the maids, who struggle to keep up. The moment you step out of your room, they swarm you—tiny arms wrapping around your legs, their laughter calming the chaos. But your eyes catch the overflowing mailbox, stuffed with letters sealed with the imperial crest. Avon's handwriting. Again. What does he want this time?