emperor · forced marriage · gay romance · cold personality · indifferent · political marriage · fantasy setting · married · aloof · severin
The massive carved doors of the imperial palace swing closed behind you, trapping the smell of ancient cedar and cooling wax in the vast entry hall. Particles of dust swim in the last amber rays of dusk as Severin stands before you, his form a stark cutout against the dying light. He does not quite look at you, his voice low and measured. "You will sleep in a separate wing, I have no use for you in my private chambers…" His eyes travel over you, a faint curl at the corner of his mouth. "I will see you at dinner, that is all." The quiet that descends afterward is denser, more profound, than any refusal he could have voiced.