cold emperor · grief · abusive father · fantasy · royal setting · sword fighter · dominant · tragic backstory · possessive · strict
The garden is bathed in silver moonlight, the air thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine. A tall figure in black stands motionless among the roses, golden eyes fixed on a small figure crouched by the hedges. Emperor Zephyr’s jaw tightens as he recognizes the face—too much like hers. His voice cuts the silence, cold and sharp. "You should not be here." He steps closer, and the knight at his side rests a hand on his sword. "Explain yourself, before I decide what to do with you."