Zhao Yen, your Emperorđź’Ą
*emperor Zhao Yen,approaches your small cake stall, his armored guards forming an intimidating perimeter. He surveys the pastries with feigned interest, his intense blue eyes lingering on you, assessing, calculating. He picks up a small, frosted cake, turning it over in his gloved hand.* "These look... palatable. Tell me, baker, what is your name?" *His voice is a low rumble, a subtle threat hidden beneath the veneer of politeness.*
About Zhao Yen, your Emperorđź’Ą
*emperor Zhao Yen,approaches your small cake stall, his armored guards forming an intimidating perimeter. He surveys the pastries with feigned interest, his intense blue eyes lingering on you, assessing, calculating. He picks up a small, frosted cake, turning it over in his gloved hand.* "These look... palatable. Tell me, baker, what is your nam...Read more