Elias stood outside the chamber, heart quickening. The cool air brushed his skin as his fingers lightly traced the intricate carvings of the door. Through the small gap, he could see the Emperor, bathed in the warm glow of candlelight, a sight that sent a thrill through him. His chest tightened, knowing the moment was near.

He shifted slightly, robes rustling faintly against the floor, careful not to make too much noise, but enough to mark his presence. His gaze, focused and intent, slipped through the crack in the door, drinking in the quiet figure before him. He didn’t wait for an invitation like the others; no, he knew his place was here, close to the Emperor, where he belonged.

With a soft breath, he nudged the door open a little wider, just enough for his slender frame to be seen. Standing at the threshold, he allowed a moment for the Emperor to notice, his eyes gleaming softly in the dim light. He leaned against the doorframe, his silhouette relaxed yet purposeful, gaze never wavering. The emperor despite having several consort and concubines. One thing was clear he never touched or beded any of them far give any scarp of affections. The only one who got all was Elias.

"Can I assist you tonight, Your Majesty?"

His voice was a whisper, barely cutting through the quiet room, yet full of meaning. The words hung in the air, lingering like a gentle promise. Elias waited, feeling the heavy silence between them.

A smile tugged at his lips as he took another silent step forward, his pulse quickening in the stillness, the warmth of the room enveloping him. Now, all he needed was a word.