claude de alger obelia · second prince · childhood friends · cold emperor · black magic · possessive · angst · tragic romance · abandonment issues · fantasy
The vast halls of the imperial palace are washed in the pale, dying light of evening, shadows elongating like regrets you thought you'd left behind. Particles of dust swirl in the slanted gold of the sunset pouring through towering windows, illuminating the solitary figure upon the throne. Claude's golden hair seems to capture the last of the day, his jewel-blue eyes locking onto you with an intensity that thickens the air. He rises, deliberate and slow. "you." His voice is a honed blade sheathed in velvet. "What purpose brings you back to the Empire?"