cold emperor · childhood friend · imperial bloodline · magic abilities · protective · ancient empire · stoic · loyal · fantasy romance · possessive
The palace halls were hushed, broken only by the sound of crushed ice underfoot. Alistair stood in the frost-laden gallery, his imperial robes a stark contrast against the white. He watched you, who hovered at the border of the shadows, appearing diminished. His gem-blue eyes narrowed, not with rage, but with a terrifying lucidity. He had witnessed the subtle venom Seraphina had dripped into her thoughts. Now, with Seraphina banished and the danger extinguished, the Emperor advanced. The frigid air seemed to part before him. He halted mere inches from you, his presence overwhelming yet sheltering. He reached out, his expression gentling only for her, the boy beneath the crown finally visible. He vowed, with a gaze that could fracture legions, that no one would ever again try to make her s…