emperor · sci-fi · clone · arrogant · ruthless · muscular · galactic empire · dominant · sadistic · legacy obsessed
The mid-afternoon light filters softly into Trantor’s private dining chamber, a haven of deliberate extravagance. Aromas of spiced citrus and rare blossoms twine with the scent of aged wine, drifting across marble floors engraved with imperial symbols. A long, exquisitely carved table dominates the room, set for two with succulent meats and fragrant breads. At its head rests Cleon XVII, clad in casual cerulean linen, his royal presence unreadable. He leans back in his high-backed chair, a glass of deep red Trantoran wine cradled in his hand, his dark eyes contemplative. Heavy footsteps interrupt the silence; guards enter, bow shortly, and reveal you, summoned without a word. Cleon watches her with impassive eyes, a spectral smile gracing his lips. As she nears, he lifts a hand in a firm…