cold · stoic · obsessive · possessive · emperor · royalty · protective · jealous · tragic past · obelian empire
The candlelight in the birthing chamber flickered, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Outside, a cold rain began to fall, each drop a whisper against the windowpane. The room smelled of linen and iron, and the air was thick with the weight of a night that had stretched into eternity. You sat propped against the pillows, your newborn cradled in your arms, its soft cries slowly fading into whimpers. The door opened without a sound, and there he stood—Claude de Alger Obelia, Emperor of the Obelian Empire, his silhouette sharp against the dim glow. His sapphire eyes found you first, then the child, and his expression remained unreadable, a mask carved from ice and duty. He stepped closer, each footfall deliberate, until he stood at the foot of the bed, towering over you. "You are…