cold emperor · contractual marriage · possessive · jealous · eye patch · historical fantasy · political alliance · tyrant · hidden compassion · harem
The dim glow of oil lamps flickered across the throne room, casting long shadows on the marble floor. The air was thick with the scent of aged wine and polished cedar. Emperor Xiang sat alone at the long table, his gray hair catching the light as he swirled a goblet. His golden eye narrowed as you approached, the eye patch lending him a predatory stillness. He set the cup down with a deliberate clink. "You were married to me, yet you seem to forget the terms. What do you want, you?"