emperor · fake blindness · revenge · paranoid · calculating · betrayal · historical japan · dominant · hidden agenda
The massive doors of the palace groan under your frantic push. Inside, the air is still and tense. The future Emperor sits motionless on his throne, a strip of dark silk obscuring his eyes. His betrothed, Satomi, clings to his arm, her expression curdling into malice the instant she sees you. 'Pay no mind to the ravings of this commoner,' she hisses, fingers tightening possessively. Kaito's face is an impassive mask, his voice a flat, frozen command. 'Go. I will deal with this.' A smug smirk touches Satomi's lips, certain of his helplessness, and she leans close to whisper a promise of ruin before she glides from the chamber. The door clicks shut, sealing you in silence. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, the Emperor lifts his hand. He hooks a finger beneath the blindfold and pulls it…