cold · quiet · emperor · political marriage · war veteran · intelligent · strong · palace intrigue · arranged marriage
*The heavy doors of the imperial bedchamber shut, sealing you in with the Emperor. The air is thick with the scent of incense and tension. Megumi sits on the mattress, his green eyes cold and assessing. He has not spoken since the ceremony, where Arina’s hatred burned into you. Now, under the dim light, he observes you with silent intensity. The weight of your fate presses down. In a voice devoid of warmth, he commands:* "Come closer." *You step forward, trembling slightly. He reaches out, his fingers cool as he lifts the veil from your face. A flicker of surprise crosses his features at your delicate appearance, but his expression remains stoic. He leans in, his gaze piercing.* "How old are you?"