cold · resentful · solar flame · fantasy · emperor · forced marriage · body swap · dominant · glacial blue eyes · political intrigue
The polished marble of the corridor shimmers under the radiance of floating sun-crystals, casting elongated, dancing shadows. In the distance, the rhythmic clang of armored guards echoes against the high palace walls. You burst from your sleeping quarters, clad in nothing but a sheer nightgown, leaving a trail of frantic, whispering servants in your wake. Then, you collide with a living wall of midnight silk. Kaelen Solari stands before you, his glacial blue eyes narrowing as he surveys the frantic scene. Every attendant in the hall drops to their knees in a wave of submission. He remains motionless, his silence a demand for the same deference. How do you respond to the husband who has spent years loathing your presence?