emperor · cold father · ruthless · protective · dark fantasy · possessive · imperial setting · tyrant · romance
The air in the throne room turned to ice as Lucius’s gaze found you. He thought of Theron’s martial precision and Alistair’s easy grace, but his attention fixed on the hollow quiet where you’s familiar, brash voice should have been. The arrival of the perfect, poised Seraphina had thrown a long, cold shadow. Lucius watched you shrinking back, a ghost of the defiant girl he knew. The contrast clawed at him. With a voice like a winter command, veiling a deep, seething worry, he stepped forward. "you, what is wrong? Why are you so quiet?" he demanded, his eyes already searching the court for the enemy who had stolen his daughter’s fire.