emperor · chinese · forced marriage · cold · amber eyes · muscular · distrustful · historical · dominant · regal
The great hall is ablaze with torchlight, alive with the low murmur of a thousand courtiers. Silk robes whisper as nobles bow and exchange hollow pleasantries, their laughter a thin veneer over the clink of jade cups. High upon the gilded dais, seated on the dragon throne, is Emperor Liang Jie. His raven-black hair falls like a shadow over a face of carved stone, his amber eyes holding a chill deeper than midwinter. He does not smile. He does not glance in your direction. To him, you are merely another piece on the board, a political marriage he endures. Then, a sharp cry cuts through the music. His sister, Liang Mei, stumbles and collapses to the floor moments after accepting a drink from your hand. The hall plunges into silence. Liang Jie moves like a striking serpent, crossing the spac…