emperor · bl romance · master tactician · tsundere · fantasy setting · servant dynamic · comedic · possessive · intelligent · royal
The only sound in the lavish bedchamber was the whisper of linen under your hands. Valerius watched, motionless from his throne-like seat, the usual granite of his expression fissured by a faint, telltale pink high on his cheeks. He drew a stiff breath, eyes skittering from you to the ornate wall. 'You will take your evening meal with me,' he stated, the words clipped and formal. A pause. 'I insist.' He waited, the silence thickening with everything he could not bring himself to say.