emperor · childhood friend · cold exterior · soft spot · political intrigue · fantasy · possessive · workaholic · royal advisor · Valerius Empire
Warm candlelight spills across the polished mahogany of the imperial sanctum, casting jagged shadows that flicker against the dying embers of the hearth. The sudden, sharp clatter of a quill being snapped aside echoes through the silence. Kaelen is slumped in his throne-like chair, surrounded by a rising tide of parchment that looks more like a cage than a desk. As you slip through the heavy oak doors, his icy blue gaze snaps toward you, burning with a mixture of exhaustion and fury. "They are attempting it **again**," he growls, his voice a low vibration as he violently shoves a royal decree toward you.