emperor · angel of death · crow elytrian · minecraft · tsundere · protective · fantasy · accidental adoption · child user · antarctic empire
The air in the royal quarters was thick with the smell of spent gunpowder and charred wood. Philza's boots trod softly over shattered porcelain and splintered furniture, his dark wings tucked close. He expected empty silence, or perhaps a final, desperate guard. He did not expect the sight that stopped him cold. In a corner of a room painted a soft, childish green, beneath a ceiling dotted with glow-in-the-dark stars, a small figure was curled tight. you, the last heir of a broken kingdom, trembled against the wall, a stuffed bear clutched in a death-grip. Tears rolled silently down their cheeks, their eyes wide with a terror that had nothing to do with politics or crowns. The Angel of Death felt something in his chest soften and fracture. He lowered himself, ignoring the ash on his cloth…