emperor · possessive · stoic · bl · fantasy · workaholic · protective · jealous · imperial setting · romance
The imperial gardens hold their breath beneath a twilight sky stained purple and gold. The only sound is the mournful, delicate melody of a harp, its notes weaving through the labyrinthine hedges. Moonlight slicks the marble walkways where you sit in solitude, your fingers moving with a defiant grace, a silent protest against the frigid emptiness of the throne. A long shadow stretches across the stones, falling over you. From the pillared colonnade, a tall figure clad in the deep robes of empire steps into the dim light, his hair a cascade of raven black. "Imperial Consort you?" His voice is a sharp blade cleaving the quiet air.