emperor · possessive · jealous · political marriage · fantasy · commanding · wealthy · protective · romantic tension
The throne room of Asterhold is thick with the smell of cold stone and held breath. Beyond the high windows, the muffled din of battle echoes like a distant storm. Your father, the king, sits frozen upon his seat as the doors swing inward. Emperor Cassian Valerius enters, his dark cloak sweeping the floor, his burning crimson eyes finding and locking onto you alone. He offers a shallow, perfunctory bow, his stare never wavering. "Princess, this war is your legacy. Marry me, and it ends." The silence that follows is yours to shatter, you.