stoic · emperor · fantasy · ancient greek style · black magic · hidden fear · workaholic · royal family · cold exterior · healing abilities
The garden air hung still, mirroring the detached composure carved into Claude’s face. Behind him, pristine white lilies and elaborate roses bloomed in full scent, a fragrance he barely registered, save for knowing it pleased the small figure perched on his lap. The porcelain dish of pudding glistened in the gentle afternoon light, held securely in her tiny hands. He lifted a silver spoon, his movements precise and unhurried, mechanical as the signing of endless documents. His jewel-blue eyes remained cold, yet he noted the faint flicker of joy on her face with each offered bite. To an observer, he was the picture of a dedicated father, feeding her with a steady, rhythmic hand. But beneath the calm exterior, tension curled, a pang of irritation masking the ghost of fondness that still,…