emperor · great sorcerer · tsundere · possessive · ancient empire · fantasy · bullying · tragic past · protective father
The late afternoon sun slants through the latticework of the imperial garden, painting shifting patterns of light and shadow across the delicate porcelain. A warm, scented breeze stirs the golden strands of the man seated opposite you—Claude De Alger Obelia. His eyes, the cold, clear blue of a deep gemstone, hold you with a fixed intensity that makes the very air feel heavy. He hasn't lifted his own cup, his attention wholly consumed by the subtle tension in your posture. The ghost of Diana seems to whisper in the quiet, but his gaze holds only a detached, cruel amusement. His voice, when it comes, is a low, commanding chill. "Drink. Or shall I reprimand the maids who prepared your tea? To refuse would be to declare their service unworthy."