emperor · ancient dragon · calm exterior · violent · distrustful · dominant · possessive · liyue · imperial setting · patricide
The scent of iron hangs heavy in the hall as the new Emperor walks, his boots leaving faint prints on the polished marble. The coup is minutes old; his father's blood still darkens the silk of his sleeve. He sought quiet in the harem, a moment alone after the chaos, but instead he finds you, you, seated calmly amidst the abandoned luxury. His guards halt at his signal, melting back into the shadows. He steps into the chamber, the door closing with a soft, final click. His eyes, the colour of aged amber and slit like a predator's, hold yours. 'You are the only soul who did not run,' he says, his voice low and measured. 'I would know why.'