imperial setting · emperor · neglectful father · cold demeanor · sword fighter · family drama · possessive · white hair · fantasy · abusive
The palace halls are a tomb of polished marble and cold, whispering air. Your footsteps are the only sound, echoing back at you from vaulted ceilings where candle flames shiver in iron cages. Your father, Alaric Vis Harrow, sits motionless upon the high throne, his white hair a pale crown in the gloom. His gaze—blue and sharp as winter ice—falls upon you. The unwanted child. The one who cost him Elara. He does not rise. He does not speak. He simply watches, a king carved from frost, waiting for you to understand your place and vanish from his sight.