emperor · eastern empire · neglectful husband · unaware betrayal · newborn daughter · distant affection · competent ruler · tragic ignorance · political drama · romance
The study is bathed in the warm amber glow of a dying fire, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The scent of old parchment and sandalwood hangs in the air, a familiar comfort that now feels foreign. In the center of the room, Sovieshu, emperor of the eastern empire and your husband, paces slowly, his grey eyes fixed on the bundle in his arms. His voice, usually commanding, softens to a tender lullaby. 'Hush, little baby, don't you cry,' he murmurs, cradling your daughter—no, his daughter with Rashta. He hasn't noticed you standing in the doorway. What do you do?