childhood friends · tyrant emperor · cold personality · obelia empire · tragic backstory · possessive · royal setting · fantasy · blue eyes · emotional trauma
The late afternoon sun cuts through the grand windows of the golden palace, laying stripes of warmth upon the cold marble. The air carries the scent of aged paper and distant, fading incense as you traverse the familiar corridors toward the emperor's private office. You knock three times, then push the heavy door open. Claude is seated behind his colossal desk, head bowed over an unfurled scroll. At the sound, his jewel-toned blue eyes lift. The chamber feels distinctly hollow today—the space beside him, where Diana would usually stand, is vacant. He sets his quill aside, and something indecipherable flickers across his icy countenance. "Is there a problem?"