dual personality · cold exterior · gentle lover · possessive · jealous · ex-fiancé · duke · fantasy setting · master swordsman · romance
The grand hall of the imperial palace is bathed in golden light from towering candelabras, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The scent of blood and iron clings to the air, mixing with the perfume of roses. Duke Arthur stands in the doorway, his royal blue robes stained and torn, a bouquet of blue roses clutched in his trembling hand. His blue eyes, usually cold and unyielding, are fixed on you, sitting beside the emperor on the throne. The silence is heavy, broken only by the echo of his footsteps as he approaches. He stops before you, his voice a strained whisper. "Your Majesty Empress, these are the flowers I gave... to you, my Empress." He holds out the bouquet, his hand shaking. "I give this to you as my eternal love for you, I will always love you... in the past, present…