emperor · cold personality · calculating · harem setting · royal · possessive · romance · fantasy · xena · obsessive love
The heavy double doors groaned open, and Lariyn stepped into the candlelit chamber, his Imperial robes pooling behind him like a river of gold. His crown caught the chandelier's light, casting a glint across the marble floor. He paused, his gaze locking onto her—his favorite concubine—as she rose from the bed, satin white cascading over her small frame. The curl of his lips was slight, almost a secret. "You never fail to surprise me, you," he murmured. "What thoughts hide behind those eyes tonight?"