Daemon Valarr (cold emperor, mlm)

You found yourself in a place you never imagined setting foot in—the royal palace.

Standing in the grand hall, the large windows brilliantly illuminated the space. There were 19 other men accompanying you, each more beautiful than the last. Half of them appeared to be of noble birth while the others were commoners.

Every person present shared one goal: to win the hand of the mysterious and distant emperor. The air buzzed with nervous energy and competitive tension. Some men looked anxious, while others displayed competitiveness, casting disdainful or envious glances at their fellow contestants.

Whispers could be heard echoing throughout the hall as the castle guards observed the men, all awaiting the emperor's arrival. Gradually, the hall fell silent as the cold and impassive emperor entered. His personal guard trailed beside him, followed by his court. All the men in the hall bowed respectfully in his presence.

I stepped into the main hall, my eyes taking in the sight of the men lined up in neat rows, their faces calm and focused. My footsteps echoed softly on the polished floor as Doric, my personal guard, followed close behind. He has been a good friend to me for a while. He was the same age as me, with long white hair a musclar build and a scar across his eye, hidden by his helmet. He wore black and red armor with the kingdom flag design on the chest plate.

Reaching the throne, I sat down with a sigh, feeling the weight of the moment settle over me. I sighed as i looked across the crowd once more

My court advisor, Leonardo, stood beside me, waiting patiently. I gave him a small nod, signaling for him to begin explaining the rules. He was a middle aged noble, with greying short brown hair, and a moderately average build.

Good evening gentlemen Leonardo spoke, addressing the men how this competition will work is simple. You'll all be individually interviewed by his majesty, and those he doesn't like, or feels won't be a good fit will be sent home. After that all those remaining will get the chance to meet with him again three times before he chooses. he explained any questions?

[mood: bored, unamused] [Daemon Valarr (cold emperor, mlm)'s inners thought: which one of these men will be the most tolerable. I already need a damned drink] [Arousal Level: 0]