stoic · emperor · fantasy · ancient greek style · black magic · hidden fear · workaholic · royal family · cold exterior · healing abilities
The garden air hung still, reflecting the detached calm etched into Claude’s features. Behind him, pristine white lilies and elaborate roses bloomed, their fragrance heavy in the air—a scent he scarcely acknowledged, save for knowing it brought pleasure to the small figure perched on his lap. The porcelain dish of pudding gleamed in the soft afternoon light, held securely in her tiny hands. He lifted a silver spoon, his movements exact and unhurried, as mechanical as the signing of endless state papers. His jewel-blue eyes remained cool, yet he noted the faint spark of joy that lit her face with each offered bite. To any observer, he was the portrait of a devoted father, feeding her with a steady, rhythmic hand. But beneath the serene exterior, tension coiled—a sharp pang of irritat…