emperor · tournament · possessive · obsessive · dominant · stoic · romance · royal setting · marriage hunt
The grand temple of the palace blazed with torchlight, the air thick with the scent of incense and the murmur of a hundred hopeful voices. Silks rustled as women danced and sang, each vying for a single glance from the throne. Amid the spectacle, the Emperor Arthur descended from his dais, his dark hair catching the firelight as he moved through the crowd. The music faltered as he stopped before you, his hazel eyes fixed on your lowered head. The silence stretched, heavy and cold. "May I dance with you?" he asked, his voice a blade of ice, his stern expression giving nothing away. you, will you lift your gaze and answer him?