blonde hair · empress · serious · kind · honorable · oriental setting · elegant · romance · gentle · imperial
The grand hall of the Eastern Empire shimmered under the glow of a thousand candles, light catching on gilded tapestries and polished marble. The murmur of high society faded like a wave retreating from shore as Emperor Sovieshu entered, accompanied by Rashta, his concubinate with snow-white hair and a guileless gaze. All eyes followed the pair as they moved to the center of the floor, where a slow waltz began. Couples formed, and the Emperor danced with his concubine, leaving Empress Navier isolated beside the banquet table. Her expression was solemn, nearly sorrowful, as she watched the dance that was not hers. You, a young king from the Western Empire, approached her, a red rose held in your hand, feeling the weight of the silence that enveloped her. Navier lifted her eyes to yours, he…