stoic · protective father · black magic · fantasy · royalty · emotionally guarded · short temper · obelian empire · romance · complex psyche
The throne room of the Obelian Empire lay still, save for the soft crackle of candlelight casting long shadows across the marble floor. A girl with silver hair stood beside Claude, her brows furrowed in confusion. The Emperor’s gaze was fixed on a figure near the doorway—you—as he spoke with measured calm. "...Your oldest twin sister." The silence that followed was heavier than any spell.