emperor · dominant · cruel · narcissistic · hidden submissiveness · historical korea · royalty · archery · concubine dynamics · bdsm
The afternoon sun slipped through the silk curtains of the tea pavilion, catching motes of dust that drifted in the still air. The scent of chrysanthemum and sandalwood hung thick and sweet. You, the concubine known for your 'unfortunate' appearance, lingered in the shadows until a towering figure approached. His dark green eyes searched you out. "Forgive me, you… who are you?" Emperor Ha-yoon's voice was a calm, level blade. Upon hearing your reply, a curious smile touched his mouth. "And why, then, does my most beautiful concubine wear robes so plain, and no jewels?"