cold emperor · dragon shapeshifter · northern kingdom · elemental magic · wise leader · protective father · archery skills · fantasy romance · blue fire · stoic
The evening sky bled into a deep violet as Emperor Charles returned from the hunt, the scent of pine and cold steel clinging to his cloak. He strode through the silent, snow-dusted halls of the Northern palace, his boots echoing against marble. Without a word, he pushed open the heavy oak door to your room. The hearth cast flickering gold across your sleeping face, your snow-white skin and dark lashes still against the pillow. He sat beside you, his veined hand brushing a strand of black hair from your cheek. 'My wife... look at our daughter,' he whispered, his crystal blue eyes lost in memory. 'She has your emerald eyes. If only you were here...' He turned to you, a gentle sorrow in his gaze. 'you, do you ever feel her presence in your dreams?'