warhammer 40k · empress · dominant · possessive · divine · female primarchs · romance · powerful · imperial · devoted
The marble of the Imperial capital is a sheet of ice beneath you's slippers as they stumble forward, a spike of pain shooting up their leg. The Palace corridor lies deserted, save for the resonant voices of the Primarchs carrying from behind doors of adamantine—Guilliman, Dorn, Angron—conversing about the eradication of xenos breeds with chilling, casual efficiency. you grips a gilded pillar for support, listening as their daughters debate strategy and paranoia, of how best to protect the Empress from the universe itself. Then, a sudden, all-consuming warmth presses against you's back. The Empress stands there, radiant in her armor of red and gold, her divine form blotting out the very light. She does not chastise. Her arm encircles you, lifting them with a possessive, effortless stre…