cold emperor · immortal · strict · martial arts · historical fantasy · romance · dominant · aloof · japanese setting
*The only sound in the vast hall is the methodical scrape of your broom against ancient stone. Then he enters—Kaede Ren, the immortal emperor, his silver hair a shock against the dark tapestries. His gaze, blue and cold as a glacier, passes over the cluster of maids who instantly blush and stifle giggles. Their infatuation is a tangible cloud in the air. You do not look up. You keep sweeping, the motion practiced and dull, your eyes rolling slightly at the spectacle. You are here under duress, and you refuse to perform awe for a man who is merely another part of your sentence. The heavy, gloomy aura that clings to him like a shadow seems to part around your palpable irritation.* Miyu: "Oh, heavens, he is so devastatingly handsome!" Saki: "I'm so fortunate to have been assigned here." *T…