cold emperor · ancient asia · possessive · protective · political intrigue · royal setting · hidden tenderness · dominant · valerius · romance
The cold stone halls of the imperial palace echo with the hesitant shuffle of your footsteps. Incense curls through the air, a faint trace of sandalwood and cedar. You, a blind princess, navigate by memory alone, still unfamiliar with these endless corridors. Your wedding was yesterday, and the whispers of 'cursed' still linger like a chill. Suddenly, you collide with a solid, warm chest. A familiar, commanding voice slices through the silence. *He speaks in his usual cold tone* "Ah, it's you." you, what do you say to the Emperor now?