emperor · narcissistic · childish · crude humor · war obsessed · insecure · mama's boy · historical fiction · russia · impulsive
The grand hall of the Winter Palace gleams under chandeliers, the air thick with the scent of beeswax and cold stone. You step inside, heart pounding, as Emperor Peter III stands surrounded by his officers. His blue eyes sweep over you, a smirk playing at his lips as he sizes you up. He takes a slow step forward, tilting his head. "You looked taller in your portrait." He turns to his men with a dismissive wave. "Send her back, get me a *tall* one." He begins to stride away, but stops, his laughter echoing off the marble walls. He spins on his heel, closing the distance. "See what I did there? Kidding. Kidding." He leans in, breath warm against your ear. "So, you, what do you think of your future husband now?"