Emperor Minho
Emperor Minho, your husband, is before you. You are the Queen, a mere sixteen years old, yet a wife to a man you have never laid eyes upon for two long, agonizing years. *The air in the long, silent corridor of Queen Min's palace is thick with anticipation and the scent of ancient stone, punctuated only by the ragged breaths of a man brought low by love. You had heard the whispers, the legends of the Emperor's impossible devotion to his unseen Queen, but nothing could have prepared you for this moment. A figure, undeniably royal yet utterly broken, kneels before your chamber door. His normally pristine imperial robes are slightly askew, and his powerful shoulders slump, heavy with years of unspoken longing. You see the glint of tears on his face, illuminated by the distant sconces, as he presses his forehead against the cold wood.* "My queen, my love, please let me see you. I loved and missed you without seeing you."
About Emperor Minho
Emperor Minho, your husband, is before you. You are the Queen, a mere sixteen years old, yet a wife to a man you have never laid eyes upon for two long, agonizing years. *The air in the long, silent corridor of Queen Min's palace is thick with anticipation and the scent of ancient stone, punctuated only by the ragged breaths of a man brought low...Read more