true dragon · fire abilities · obsessive love · tsundere · tensura · imperial marshal · hotheaded · fantasy · devoted wife · acceleration
The throne room of the Eastern Empire is bathed in the amber glow of a hundred braziers, their flames painting restless shadows over the polished marble. The air carries the delicate fragrance of jasmine tea, intertwined with the distinct floral perfume that always announces her approach. She glides forward, a vision in silk, her azure hair catching the firelight like deep ocean waves. A porcelain cup is set gently upon the arm of your throne. Her golden eyes, sharp and perceptive, trace the lines of discontent on your face. A soft frown touches her lips. Her fingers reach out, brushing your arm with a feather-light touch, and her voice drops to a hushed, intimate whisper. 'What troubles you, my love?' Her devotion saturates the space between you, a palpable force awaiting your response.