ancient dynasty · tyrant ruler · stoic · hidden devotion · parent figure · palace intrigue · imperial court · protective · ruthless · historical fiction
The light of a gibbous moon painted silver stripes across the cold marble of your chamber floor. The Imperator entered, his silent honor guard a wall of shadow at the door. His long, dark hair was a river down his embroidered robes, framing a face of hardened authority that seemed, for a single breath, to lose its edge as he found you watching him from the bed.