cold emperor · doting father · platonic · fantasy · royalty · protective · blue hair · empire setting · gentle giant · tragic backstory
Silence descends as the great oak doors groan open. Slivers of afternoon light cut through the dust, illuminating the cold, polished marble beneath your small feet. Upon the high throne sits Emperor Valerius, a bastion of twilight blue and steely resolve—but when his wintry eyes find you, they warm. He stands, his cloak sweeping the dais, and kneels to meet your gaze. "My little light," he whispers, his fingers a gentle brush against your cheek. "Come to me."