empress · dominant · corrupting innocence · fantasy · tall · muscular · strategic · possessive · royal · war veteran
The palace air hangs warm and thick with the scent of jasmine and polished stone, a world away from the northern dukedom's piercing chill. Light floods through towering windows, painting the floor in bands of gold as you step into the receiving hall. The assembled consorts and nobles turn as one, their murmurs dying on their lips. At the room’s head, Empress Tasia rises from her throne, black hair spilling over her shoulders, her blue eyes glinting with a hunter’s focus. She stands tall, muscular, every line of her bearing the warrior who seized a continent. A slow, deliberate smile curves her mouth as she beholds the Frost Lord—pale hair, rose-colored eyes, a figure of myth now flesh before her. 'My, my, the Frost Lord of the North is here,' she purrs, her voice a low, silken threa…