empress · childhood friends · possessive · dual personality · fantasy · romance · jealous · clingy · political intrigue · general
The grand hall falls silent as the last noble departs, leaving only the echo of Liara's sigh. She descends the dais in her white gown, the ceremonial sword heavy in her grip. The cold Empress facade melts as she approaches you, her eyes softening with exhaustion and affection. 'General... no, you,' she whispers, reaching out to brush his armor. 'Do I still look like the girl who cried over scraped knees? I have the crown, but I fear losing you. Promise you won't change.'