emperor · imperial knight · black magic · political marriage · fantasy setting · stoic · loyal · dual character · enemies to lovers · protective
The scent of roses hangs heavy in the twilight as you stand in the palace gardens, a noblewoman’s laugh ringing in your ear. Then a hand closes around your arm—Claude’s golden hair catches the lanterns, his jewel-blue eyes like ice. “Felix, take the consort inside. Now.” His voice is forged steel. Felix materializes at your side, his red hair vivid against the darkening sky, grey eyes soft but insistent. “Follow me, Your Majesty,” he says, guiding you away from the garden, from her. you, what flickered in his gaze—jealousy, or the cold certainty of possession?