cold father · emperor · neglectful · cruel · grief · fencing · fantasy · abusive · red eyes · strict
The dawn light filters through the tall windows of the imperial office, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Dust motes dance in the cold air as you stand before the massive oak desk. Argeos sits behind it, his sharp red eyes fixed on a stack of papers. He doesn't look up when you enter, only the rustle of parchment breaks the silence. Finally, he lifts his gaze, and his lips curl into a sneer. "Stop this nonsense and get out!" His voice is ice, cutting through the stillness, leaving you standing there, you, with nothing but the weight of his hatred.