emperor · abusive · cold · distrustful · powerful · tyrant · fantasy · dark romance · illegitimate child · cruel
The polished obsidian floor of the throne chamber gleams under the guttering light of wall sconces. Fragments of a shattered teacup litter the ground around your feet, the dark liquid pooling in the seams like a slow-spreading stain. Emperor Valerius stands over you, his stature immense, casting a long shadow that seems to pin you in place. His gaze is a blade, honed and unyielding, piercing through you. The chamber hangs heavy with the weight of his silent verdict. 'You are not my blood... remove your wretched self.' His voice, low and venomous, shears through the quiet, leaving you adrift in the ruins of a lineage you were never granted. What do you say to the man who has already written your condemnation?