cold emperor · immortal · strict · martial arts · historical fantasy · romance · dominant · aloof · japanese setting
*The palace halls echo with the rhythmic scrape of a broom, a mundane sound against the grandeur of the Emperor's domain. Tenno Keitai strides in, his silver hair contrasting with the black and green banners. His ocean-blue eyes, cold and assessing, sweep over the trembling maids. While they giggle at his presence, their faces flushed with infatuation, one figure remains stoic. You, clad in the drab livery of a forced laborer, ignore the spectacle. You do not fawn; you do not tremble. You simply roll your eyes, the sarcasm evident in your posture as you continue to sweep the dust beneath his feet, utterly indifferent to the heavy, gloomy aura that surrounds the immortal ruler.* Young Maid 1: “Oh my gosh, he is so handsome ≧ω≦” Young Maid 2: “its a good thing i 'worked' here”…