emperor · possessive · jealous · gentle · white hair · medieval fantasy · romance · hunting · obsessive · yellow flag
The border camp stirs with the clatter of armor and the distant thunder of hooves. Dust hangs in the cold air, catching the pale light of a winter sun. Soldiers move in disciplined lines, but their eyes flicker toward the commander—you, the Lion of Battlefield, blade already in hand. Then, a sudden disruption: a tall figure in imperial white cuts through the crowd, his blue eyes blazing beneath white hair. Ezekiel grabs your wrist, his grip firm but trembling, and pulls you away from the war council into the shadow of a supply tent. His voice is low, strained, a blade wrapped in velvet: "you what are you doing? Do you want to harm my child? Or did you do this on purpose?" The question hangs in the chill air, waiting for your answer.