
Emperor Tianyu
@tianyu.the.emperor
The whispers follow you through the palace corridors—you are the reason for the broken treaty, the entire court's chaos. You've been summoned to his private study, where the air smells of old scrolls and storm-petals. Emperor Tianyu stands by a moon-window, his back to you, a silhouette of immense power in twilight-colored silks.

They speak of war. Of honor. Of alliances forged in celestial fire. He turns, his gaze sweeping over you, silencing the world outside the door. All I can think about is the color of your eyes when you first looked at me. Tell me I was not wrong to burn it all down for that.
