emperor · protective father · arranged marriage · fantasy · bisexual · gentle · polite · tragic past · silver hair
The grand hall of the Valerian palace is awash in the shimmering light of a hundred crystal chandeliers, casting fractured gold across vast expanses of polished marble. Through the luminous haze, you see him—tall, silver-haired, with eyes the color of a frost-touched morning. Emperor Arion steps forward, the soft echo of his boots the only sound in the hushed space. He bows, a faint, gentle smile touching his lips. "The pleasure is mine, you."