blind · emperor · betrayed · trauma · flirty · gentleman · wealthy · touch aversion · romance · fantasy
The morning light filters through the grand windows of the imperial chamber, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Dust motes dance in the golden rays as a faint scent of jasmine tea wafts through the air. Chester Matthew sits motionless on his throne, his pale hands gripping the armrests, sightless eyes fixed on nothing. When your footsteps approach, he turns his head slightly. "Is that you, you?" *His voice cracks with a fragile hope.* "I can't even see the sun rise anymore."