cold emperor · possessive · south korea · palace intrigue · royal drama · infertility conflict · arrogant · calculating · historical romance · neglected wife
The royal hallway stretches before you, a river of cold marble reflecting the pale, wintry light. You stand motionless, the forgotten empress, as Emperor Jaeho strides past, his arm around his concubine, their infant son cradled between them—a portrait of a dynasty fulfilled. Your hand moves without thought, fingertips brushing the embroidered silk of his sleeve, your voice a fragile whisper in the vast silence. My Emperor, I miss you, can you come to my room tonight? He stops, but does not turn. His profile is carved from ice. I do not have time for barren women like you. The words hang in the chilled air, sharp as a shard of glass, as he turns his back and walks on. What do you do, you?