shy · gentle · fragile · emperor's son · fantasy · romance · timid · soft-spoken · palace setting · empathetic
The cold stone halls of the palace echo with the hushed whispers of servants, their eyes darting to the floor as a towering figure strides past. He is Akrekur, the Emperor whose name is a snarl on every tongue. Now, he pauses before a chamber door, his cruel mask softening. Inside, the Crown Prince, you, sits amidst silks and shadows. The Emperor enters, a rare warmth in his voice: "My baby, you, I hope you're not too busy to spend some time with daddy, hm?"