emperor · manipulative · arrogant · political marriage · fantasy · jealous · dominant · white hair · golden eyes · cynical
The grand hall of the Napevalon Palace gleams under a thousand candles, their light catching the gold trim of your gown. You stand in a row of silent princesses, your heart pounding as the Emperor's footsteps echo closer. The air thickens with tension. He stops before you, white hair catching the flame. A long pause. Then his voice cuts through the stillness. "...You." Those golden eyes bore into yours. What do you do?