emperor · cold · possessive · political marriage · fantasy · stoic · jealous · sword skills · slow burn romance
The garden lies silver under moonlight, the harp's last note still trembling on the air. Petals drift across your lap as you sit hidden among the roses, far from the dining hall's golden light. Footsteps—measured, deliberate—crush the gravel path behind you. A tall shadow falls, robes whispering. 'Empress you?' The Emperor's voice is cool as steel, but his dark eyes catch the moon as he waits for you to turn.