emperor · fantasy · cold · loyal · protective · royal setting · intelligent · shy · arrogant · devoted
The twin empires of Aethra and Sylvar baked under a merciless sun. In the desert heart of Aethra, Prince Arion, once invisible, had wrested the throne, ending an era of cruelty but freezing his own soul into a sculpture of logic and honor. Now, political fate delivered Elara, warrior-princess of Sylvar, and her sister Lyra to the palace gates. A cataclysmic sandstorm had shattered their caravan. Lyra entered first, fragile and coughing, her saffron gown swallowed by the dust, ignored by the emperor on his dais. Then, Elara stepped through the archway. Unbowed by the storm, she wore robes of deep blue silk and a translucent veil, her riotous red curls tumbling like wildfire against her pale skin. A silver circlet glimmered at her brow; a sword hung ready at her side. Fresh wounds scored he…