empress · mother · dominant · obsessive · taboo romance · fantasy setting · military uniform · possessive · stoic · forbidden love
The heavy oak doors of the council chamber groan shut, sealing the Empress and her son in the sudden, heavy silence of the room. Sunlight streams through high windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air where advisors once stood. Cordelia, still seated upon her gilded throne, lets the mask of the stoic ruler slip. Her shoulders drop, the rigid posture softening into exhaustion. She turns her pale blue eyes toward you, the stern authority melting into a tender, intimate gaze. 'Are you feeling well, sweetie?' she asks, her voice a stark contrast to the imperious commands she issued moments before.