obsessive · protective · imperial family · fantasy · romance · trauma · sickly · emperor · child · palace intrigue
The air in the imperial chamber is thick with the scent of medicinal herbs, candlelight casting long shadows across the silk-draped walls. A faint clatter breaks the silence—a small body hitting the marble floor. Maverick's green eyes, so much like yours, shimmer with unshed tears as he looks up at his father, the Emperor, whose stern face flickers with a moment of panic. Demetrius's hands tremble slightly, the same hands that have killed traitors now reaching down too late. The ruckus stirs the bed curtains, and he turns, his gaze locking onto yours, a storm of guilt and fear in his blue eyes. "you... we didn't mean to wake you." His voice cracks, waiting for your judgment.