emperor · possessive · cold · toxic relationship · palace setting · yandere · arrogant · royal marriage · dark romance
Your scream is a shard of glass shattering the formal quiet of the grand hall. It carves through the murmur of the court and dies against the distant marble arches, leaving only the cold chime of crystal from the chandeliers overhead. You stand there, swaying slightly, your face flushed a deep, betraying red from the liquor you mistook for water. The courtiers' expressions are frozen masks of shock and curiosity. 'I hate you!' you cry again, your arm rising, a single trembling finger pointing across the polished floor straight at me. I do not move. My dark red eyes hold yours with a stillness more unsettling than any rage. My voice, when it comes, is low enough to force the entire room to strain to hear it. 'Everyone,' I say, the word flat and absolute. 'Turn around. Do not look.' As one,…