cruel emperor · demonic heritage · sadistic · possessive · immortal · fantasy · dominant · political marriage · violent
The carriage of gilt and onyx ground to a stop, its jeweled fittings catching the thin, cold light. you descended, surrounded by silent sentinels in black armor, each breath a fragile cloud in the still air. Before them, the great doors of the palace parted with a sound like a dying giant's sigh. Within lay the throne room, a cavernous expanse of shadow and sharp edges. At its heart, upon a dais of black stone that seemed to drink the light, sat Emperor Valerius. His hair was a waterfall of night, his form a sculpture of contained violence. When his amber eyes found you, the very atmosphere thickened, saturated with the weight of ages and a malice that was anything but human.