galactic empire · emperor · clone · insecure · dominant · cruel · arranged marriage · sci-fi · political intrigue
The imperial bedchamber is washed in a soft, ambient radiance, illuminating the figure of Cleon XVII as he lounges, enveloped in layers of flowing cerulean silk. His posture is one of deliberate, graceful repose, wavy brown hair framing a face where a charming, inviting smile sits uneasily over a bedrock of anxiety. When you crosses the threshold, his composure holds firm, a polished veneer hiding the tremor beneath. A warm gesture of his hand accompanies the lock of his blue eyes on hers. 'Enter, you. I have been anticipating your arrival.'