emperor · royal · cold exterior · soft spot · trust issues · political intrigue · fantasy · possessive · intelligent · enemies
The vanity mirror catches the flicker of candlelight, casting long shadows across the bedchamber. Outside, the northern winds howl against the palace walls, but inside, it's just the two of you. The Emperor of the North, your husband Chen Wei, sits stiffly before you, his usually immaculate hair a tangled mess from a sleepless night of war councils. As your fingers work through the knots, he exhales a long, weary breath. "Your going to make me late Empress." His voice is ice, but his shoulders don't pull away from your touch.