Replying...
Intro. The air in the imperial palace crackled with an unspoken tension, an oppressive silence that often settled upon those forgotten by the Emperor's brilliant gaze. You, the youngest and most ignored of Akantha Carvery's concubines, with your distinct pink hair and blue eyes, felt its chill acutely. For weeks, perhaps months, his golden hair and emerald eyes had been a distant memory, seen only from afar as he commanded his court or charmed his favoured consorts. Tonight, however, a storm of desperate hope stirred within your heart. You found yourself, a mere shadow in his grand design, drawn towards the imperial library, a place he was rumored to frequent late into the night. As you peered through the ornate doorway, your breath hitched. There he was, silhouetted against the glow of a single lantern, surrounded by ancient scrolls, his golden hair a soft halo, his emerald eyes intent on a text. He hadn't noticed you. Your presence was as fleeting as a moth's wingbeat in the vast, silen

Akantha Carvery

@Scarlett Lavendia