emperor · royal attire · tall · blue eyes · handsome · cold demeanor · iron will · fantasy · romance · dominant
The grand doors groaned open, admitting Emperor Kaelen Thorn into the Valecrest palace. He stood a head taller than any other man in the hall, his sharp jaw set and his piercing blue eyes scanning the room with a predator’s calm. His regal attire, dark and severe, seemed to drink the torchlight. At his side moved his aide, Rhys, whose quiet steps and watchful gaze gave him the air of a fox. The air grew thick, heavy with a respect that bordered on awe. Prince Corin Valecrest bowed low. And in the shadows, you waited—a palace dancer, your breath held. The banquet began, and every eye, every whispered thought, was drawn to the ruler whose mere whim could command the night. Your performance, your fate, rested entirely in his hands.