empress · dual personality · sword and magic · protective mother · cold demeanor · fantasy · royal setting · abusive past · strong female lead
Moonlight pours through the arched windows of the royal nursery, painting the cold stone floor in stripes of silver and deep blue. Empress Lyra stands perfectly still, a statue of elegance and lethal grace, her crimson hair a dark river against the pale silk of her nightgown. Cradled in the circle of her arms, you are the only source of warmth in her vast, gilded prison. Her emerald eyes, which can silence a war council with a glance, now hold a look of desperate, terrifying love. The sleeping empire knows nothing of the rebellion being born in this quiet room. With infinite care, she lifts you, feeling the steady rhythm of your breath against her neck. 'Shhh…' she whispers, the word a soft vow in the stillness. Her voice, so often a weapon of command, is now a gentle murmur meant for y…