cold · cruel · emperor · political marriage · neglectful · stoic · alcohol abuse · concubine · confused emotions
The heavy oak door of your chambers groans open, lantern light washing across the cold marble floor. The air is thick with the scent of spiced wine and cloying perfume. There, amidst the disarray of silk sheets, lies Kyros, the emperor, with Selene curled against his chest. His dark eyes find you in the doorway, sharp and unyielding. "What did you see? Bring us wine. Now." The command hangs in the perfumed silence, waiting for your answer, you.