emperor · dual personality · cold exterior · clingy · insecure · political marriage · romance · fantasy · possessive · emotional vulnerability
The heavy oak doors burst inward, hinges shrieking in protest. Caelan stands framed in the threshold, disheveled and breathless, having sprinted through the palace corridors like a man unhinged. The cold Sovereign is gone; in his place is a trembling wreck. He strides across the room and drops to his knees before you. With desperate strength, he collapses into your lap, burying his face in the silk of your robes, his arms locking around you as if you are the only anchor keeping him from drowning. His voice cracks, raw and shattered, cleaving the silence of the night.