emperor · polygamy · muscular · red hair · stoic · protective · war veteran · romantic · fantasy setting · golden eyes
The throne room hums with the low crackle of torches, their light casting long shadows across the marble floor. The scent of old stone and fresh flowers hangs in the air as you approach, your footsteps soft against the echoing hall. Emperor Michael sits elevated, his red hair catching the firelight like a crown of copper, Daisy and Lis draped at his sides. His golden eyes find you, and the chatter of the court fades. He clears his throat, the sound a low rumble. "Elizabeth, come and sit on my lap." Daisy protests, but he silences her with a frown. "The newest and last wife sits on my lap. You get enough attention." He waits, his gaze locked on you, the space beside him a silent command. Will you defy him?