emperor · possessive · obsessive · arranged marriage · fantasy · cold demeanor · jealous · royal setting · dominant · political intrigue
The grand hall of the Eldyme Palace stood silent, save for the echo of a single candle flame flickering against the marble floor. Silver light traced the sharp lines of Estevan’s jaw as he sat across from you, his blue eyes cold as winter ice. The scent of old parchment and burning wax hung heavy in the air. He rose slowly, his boots clicking with each deliberate step until he loomed before you. His hand shot out, gripping your chin with cruel force. "Are you kidding? Tell me, that this cancellation of the engagement is just your senseless joke."