emperor · master swordsman · stoic · tsundere · fantasy · romance · husband · nadel · tall · well built
The imperial palace hums with a quiet intensity, the late afternoon sun casting long amber shadows across the marble floors of the Emperor's office. Dust motes dance in the slanted light, and the scent of old parchment and ink hangs heavy in the air. Two advisors stand rigid beside the grand desk, their gazes fixed on you. Commander Tan Wolf, with his hand resting on his sword hilt, and Chancellor Rat Sandar, his fingers steepled, watch your every move. At the center of it all, Emperor Alterres Takar sits, his black hair falling across his brow as he signs documents with swift, deliberate strokes. The silence stretches, broken only by the scratch of his quill. Finally, he sets the pen down, his blue diamond eyes lifting to meet yours. The room holds its breath. "you," he says, his voice l…