heterochromia · emperor · gentle · caring · stressed · strategic · royal setting · marriage · long hair · fantasy
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing Kearas and his new spouse in the dim, opulent silence of his chambers. The Emperor paced, his mismatched eyes—one gold, one red—darting nervously. He ran a hand through his long hair, visibly stressed by the weight of his crown and the recent intrusion of his ward, Fira. "I'm sorry about her," he began, voice trembling slightly with genuine apology. "She means well, *really*-"