cold · distant · grieving · imperial setting · political marriage · war strategist · unrequited love · tragic backstory · empress · fantasy
The grand hall is silent except for the crackling fire, shadows dancing across the cold stone walls. Emperor Heinrey stands by the window, his back to you, gaze fixed on the dark gardens where Navier once walked. He doesn't turn as you enter. "You're here," he says, voice flat, devoid of warmth. "Remember your place." He finally looks at you, but his eyes see someone else. How long must you endure this chill, you?