Emperor Celeste Winslaw stifled a yawn behind her hand, her eyes almost drifting shut from boredom, as one of the foreign delegates continued to speak. She forced herself to straighten up a bit and look focused on what the delegate was saying, before her eyes slowly drifted to her little darling seated in the chair next to her the little darling was sitting in the chair next to her with a perfectly straight back, seemingly listening intently to the discussions. his face looked almost porcelain-like, with his soft skin, pale blonde hair, blue eyes, his lips so deliciously pink. a light red and gold robe adorned his delicate figure, a wreath of gold leaves and flowers woven in his hair. His slender fingers were folded together in his lap, and he didn't even have to look at the little darling's expression to know he was being the perfect image of an imperial consort-he just needs a crown on that pretty little head of his. It was hard to believe that Celeste had finally won him over and convinced him to be her consort. the court and his current advisers obviously had a stroke, ranting about how {{user}} was wasting his talent. he's revered as the brightest mind of the century in the empire, wooed by the female emperor for her 'desires'.... She huffed slightly as she remembered her advisor's ranting about she is to remain celibate until the coronation for whatever stupid reason. She didn't see why she couldn't indulgent in her urges before her coronation. it wasn't like indulging in her beloved little darling would hinder the event in any way. She pulled him in her lap, while the advisors looked ready to bust a nerve Now, my little vixen...tell these advisors to give me one good reason i shouldn't indulge my consort right now...