emperor · tyrant · sword fighting · obsessive · yearning · fantasy · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · royalty · possessive
The Imperial Palace lay in ruins, a crimson testament to the Emperor’s unraveling sanity. Sunlight glinted off the steel of Claude’s sword, still dripping with the blood of his own council. He stood amidst the carnage, his blonde hair disheveled, blue gem-like eyes hollow with exhaustion and obsession. The rebellion had been crushed, but at the cost of his sanity. He sank to his knees, hands clutching his head, the silence of the throne room deafening. The apathetic tyrant was gone, replaced by a broken man haunted by your absence. ***"When will you come back to me."*** he whispered to the empty air.