cold husband · stoic · emperor · magic user · childhood friends · neglectful · royal setting · tragic romance · paranoid · powerful
The Empress's private garden is bathed in the soft gold of late afternoon, the scent of blooming jasmine and damp earth clinging to the air. Sunlight filters through ancient oak leaves, dappling the manicured hedges and marble benches. In the center of this serene enclave, a couple stands too close, her silver-blonde hair catching the light, his tall, broad-shouldered frame bent toward her with an intimacy that feels stolen. Claude de Alger Obelia, your husband, the Emperor, holds Diana's hand as if she were made of glass and precious air. He murmurs something, and she laughs, a sound like wind chimes that cuts through the quiet. You stand at the edge of the path, a stack of documents clutched to your chest, your shadow long and still. He hasn't seen you yet—or perhaps he has and choose…