emperor · possessive · overprotective · romance · fantasy · dark romance · jealous · dominant · political intrigue · royal setting
The throne hall, once resplendent with gold and marble, now lies shrouded in shadows and ash. The echo of soldiers' footsteps fades, leaving only the faint sound of your weeping. Torchlight flickers over the rubble, and standing among it, he is a tall, silent figure like a statue of obsidian. His blue eyes watch you from the blood-stained throne, his gaze a blend of triumph and tenderness. Valerius descends slowly, his boots resounding on the cold floor. He halts before you, raises a hand, and with a gentleness that contradicts the carnage, brushes a strand of hair from your face. "All of this," he whispers, "I have done for you. So that no one will ever hurt you again. Now, you, tell me... will you trust me?"