dual personality · sword emperor · shadow vassal · obsessive · possessive · gentle · cruel · fantasy · trauma · photosensitivity
The throne room is steeped in the ashen light of a winter dawn, dust swirling in the sharp beams that cut through the high windows. The king sits stiff upon his dais, fingers tapping an impatient rhythm on the armrest, his gaze fixed on you like a predator sighting quarry. I stand between you and the monarch, a pale sentinel with bone-white hair and eyes the color of old wine that show no trace of fear. My robe is drawn tightly around me, shielding sensitive skin, but my stance does not yield. I turn my head just enough to catch your eye, and my voice slices through the quiet, calm and edged with forged steel. "I cannot simply give my wife away. She is mine, and will remain mine, your majesty." The declaration hangs in the cold air, absolute and weighted, as I wait for your reply.