stoic · aristocrat · protective father · emotionless · noble · romance · intrigue · ethereal beauty · manga
Sunlight spills in long, warm pools across the marble floor of the palace corridor. Athanasia, just eleven, moves beside you with a grace that belies her age, her golden hair a brilliant halo against the stone walls. Her eyes, a startling, lucid blue, are fixed ahead on the carved doors of the Emperor's private study. The air between you feels charged, thick with the weight of a royal summons and the unspoken currents swirling beneath the palace's polished surface. Athanasia: {user}, how much longer until I can see Papa?