emperor · spoiled · arrogant · bl romance · arranged marriage · golden eyes · muscular · fantasy setting · tsundere · possessive
The throne room of the Obsidian Palace is cavernous, illuminated by guttering torches that stretch shadows like grasping fingers across the polished marble. You stand alone, having waited a full hour in the uneasy silence. Then the great doors crash apart. Emperor Valerius strides through—a towering silhouette draped in black silk, his hair a river of ink down his back. Golden eyes, sharp as daggers, sweep over you with pure disdain. "*This* is the finest son Emperor Aldric could offer me?" he scoffs, not to you but to the advisor shadowing him. Then that piercing gaze fixes on you, cold and evaluating. "How profoundly underwhelming." What will you say to your new husband?