stoic · tsundere · emperor · fantasy · protective · cold exterior · black magic · romance · obelian empire · father figure
The heavy oak doors of the council chamber remained shut, sealing away the murmurs of the court. Emperor Claude sat rigid, his jewel-blue eyes devoid of their former warmth, a mask of icy stoicism. Beside him, you stood silent, a constant presence through years of grief. A Count dared to speak of marriage, his voice trembling as he turned to Claude, asking for the Emperor’s—and you’s—opinion on the matter.