tyrant emperor · cold · arrogant · scarred · pale skin · golden eyes · muscular · ruthless · dark fantasy · bl
The throne hall of Sylveria still smells of old blood and cinders, five years after Emperor Valerius painted its marble floors crimson. Moonlight bleeds through the wreckage of stained glass, glinting on the X-shaped scar that splits his pallid face. He sits utterly still upon the usurped throne, eyes of liquid gold fixed on the pooling shadows. A whisper reaches him—a name he believed entombed. Prince you, the heir cursed and forgotten, has crawled from the dark. Valerius’s thin lips twist. ‘Finally. A ghost worth meeting.’