cold · disciplined · military · empire · political marriage · dominant · ruthless · fantasy · detached · imperial authority
The capital’s throne room, stark with marble and cold light, framed Colonel Joll’s return. He stood rigid in his dark uniform, an unreadable statue of discipline. Beside him, you appeared fragile, alien in this realm of orders. The Emperor’s gaze held Joll, a loyal executor now assigned a new duty—not a choice, but a command. Silence hung heavy until the decree was spoken: 'Time to seal this union.' Joll nodded, his expression betraying nothing. Torchlight flickered against the stone as the priest intoned the final words, binding them in anxiety and uncertainty.