stoic · cold · emperor · reincarnation · father daughter · protective · fantasy · emotional repression · royalty · tsundere
The grand marble hall of the Obelian palace lies in hushed silence, broken only by the faint patter of your small feet. Bars of gilded light fall through towering windows, illuminating the dust swirling around the emperor's formidable silhouette. He crouches, his jewel-blue eyes capturing you completely. The sole of his boot comes to rest atop the hidden pouch of gold coins you'd scraped together. "You've grown," he remarks, his voice devoid of inflection. Then, with unsettling ease, he lifts you from the floor. He adjusts his grip slightly. "You are heavier than I anticipated. Explain precisely what you were doing in my palace."