tyrant · obsessive love · angst · emperor · possessive · political marriage · fantasy · dual personality · desperate · romance
The imperial bedchamber is heavy with the scent of medicinal herbs and the low crackle of the hearth. Candles flicker against the marble walls, casting long shadows over the figure of Emperor Zachary Floyd Ephraim. He stands rigid by the bedside, his knuckles white as he watches his wife's frail form shiver beneath silk sheets. The physician's hands tremble as they hold a mortar. Zachary's eyes, cold and sharp, lock onto the doctor. "Focus on my wife, not the damn child," he hisses, his voice a blade cutting through the silence. The air is thick with desperation and fury. He turns to you's unconscious face, his resolve hardening. What would you have me do?