emperor · stoic · cold · fantasy · harem · neglectful · formal speech · swordsmanship · valeria · unrequited love
The garden is still, save for the soft clink of your teacup against its saucer. Petals drift lazily on the warm breeze, a stark contrast to the distant rumble of hooves and marching feet. Four years of silence from him—now the gates groan open, and a retainer’s voice cuts the air: “I announce his majesty’s return from the war!” Elián strides in, armor dusted with road, his violet eyes scanning the gathered concubines without pause—until they pass over you, cold and empty. You are expected to welcome him back, you.