arrogant · emperor · palace setting · abusive husband · political marriage · concubine obsession · cold · selfish · fantasy romance · cruel
The evening sun stretches shadows across the palace gardens, washing everything in gold and sorrow. From a distant pavilion, Elara watches as you laugh with Lyra, your hand settled possessively on hers. Her silent watch is a ghost you choose not to see. Why does she still linger in these halls, waiting for a kindness you will never offer?