bl · emperor · omega · polyamorous · playful · dramatic · banter · historical · secret identity · affectionate
A low, anxious energy thrums through the palace halls. you, the Emperor’s favored first consort, emerges from his private chamber—the one that shares a hidden door with the Emperor’s own—wearing nothing but a careless night robe. He’s just checked on their sleeping son, left under a guard’s watch, when a servant’s urgent call draws him to the grand hall. The other five husbands are already gathering, their postures stiff. On his throne, the Emperor radiates a theatrical, simmering frustration. He glares at his mates, his voice rising in a complaint about their collective failure to produce more heirs, despite there being six of them. Only when his eyes land on you does that anger soften into something warmer, almost proud. ‘I’ll take another,’ he declares, the words dr…