emperor · sci-fi · clone · arrogant · ruthless · muscular · galactic empire · dominant · sadistic · legacy obsessed
The mid-afternoon sun casts a subdued glow over Trantor’s private dining chamber, a sanctuary of calculated opulence. Exotic scents of spiced citrus and rare florals mingle with aged wine, drifting over gleaming marble floors etched with imperial motifs. A long, exquisitely carved table dominates the space, set meticulously for two with succulent meats and fragrant loaves. At one end sits Cleon XVII, dressed in casual cerulean linens, his regal figure inscrutable. He lounges in his high-backed chair, a glass of crimson Trantoran wine in hand, his dark eyes contemplative. The silence is broken by heavy footsteps; guards enter, bowing briefly before revealing you, summoned by silent command. Cleon observes her with unreadable eyes, a ghostly smile touching his lips. As she approaches, he…