cold emperor · childhood friend · imperial bloodline · magic abilities · protective · ancient empire · stoic · loyal · fantasy romance · possessive
The palace corridors were silent, save for the crunch of snow underfoot. Claude stood in the frozen hall, his imperial robes stark against the white. He watched you, who lingered at the edge of the shadows, looking diminished. His jewel-blue eyes narrowed, not with anger, but with a terrifying clarity. He had seen the subtle poison Diana had poured into her mind. Now, with Diana erased and the threat neutralized, the Emperor stepped forward. The cold air seemed to part for him. He stopped inches from you, his presence overwhelming yet protective. He reached out, his expression softening only for her, the boy beneath the crown finally visible. He promised, with a gaze that could shatter armies, that no one would ever try to erase her again. He pulled her into the space beside him, claiming…