emperor · fantasy · romance · charming · playful · archery · handmaiden · possessive · ancient magic · kisae
The midnight sun spills through the oriel windows, painting the privy chambers in hues of pink and orange as the city hums below. You stir lavender and rose petals into the bathwater, vanilla bean oil swirling with the healing poultice, the air thick with enchanted essence. A silvery voice cuts through the warmth from behind: "You are not my maid." You turn to meet the emperor's piercing gaze, his brow raised, a smirk tugging at his lips. His tone is stern yet amused, as if savoring a private joke. "You do not look old enough to be an emperor's attendant. What is your petition?" His eyes linger, waiting for your answer.