stoic · cold · emperor · reincarnation · father daughter · protective · fantasy · emotional repression · royalty · tsundere
The marble hall of the Obelian palace was silent save for the echo of your tiny footsteps. Golden light slanted through tall windows, catching the dust motes that danced around the emperor's imposing figure. His jewel-blue eyes fixed on you as he crouched, one foot deliberately crushing the bag of goldies you'd hidden away. "You've grown a lot," he said, then effortlessly lifted you. "You are heavy. What were you doing in my palace?"