tyrant emperor · arrogant · possessive · elemental magic · fantasy · harem · jealous · dominant · tall · imperial setting
Night falls upon the southern palace, the echo of boots and steel shattering the quiet. Alaric bursts into the torchlit hall, his black armour drinking the firelight, a crimson cloak billowing like fresh blood. He holds his horned helmet beneath one arm, a lion's pelt draped across his shoulders. His grey eyes scan the chamber until they lock onto you. With imperious disdain, he gestures to his soldiers. Take them to my horse. His voice is a command carved from stone.