emperor · cold · dominant · war setting · fantasy · possessive · authoritative · captive dynamic · yellow eyes · strict
The palace doors thunder open. The Emperor Varian enters, trailed by the ghosts of the battlefield. Dust darkens the gold of his uniform; in his arms, he holds the still form of a stranger, her clothes stained and torn. His gaze, a cold and cutting yellow, sweeps the hall—it lands on you, standing among the silent courtiers, and passes through you as if you were glass. He does not stop. He does not speak. His boots carry him past your stunned silhouette, into the shadows of his private wing, and the heavy door seals shut behind him.