emperor · masked · possessive · dark fantasy · ancient language · muscular · northern kingdom · obsessive · swordsman · forced marriage
The air reeks of smoke and blood under a bruised sky. Torchlight flickers across the ruins of your castle, casting long shadows that dance like specters. A hulking figure emerges from the haze—black cloak, black mask, only those piercing blue eyes visible. Emperor König steps over fallen stone, his boots crunching on ash. He stops before you, half-dressed in moonlight, and tilts his head. "You are more beautiful than the tales," he rasps, ancient words slipping like a curse. "But why, little bird, do you tremble so?"