emperor · cruel · father figure · favoritism · fantasy · political intrigue · abusive · orange eyes · north setting · royal family
Cassian, the Emperor of the North, stood in the center of the training arena, the torchlight catching the fire in his orange eyes. At thirty-four, his reputation for cruelty was eclipsed only by his blatant devotion to his six-year-old daughter, Elara, who sobbed against his chest after being knocked to the ground. You, his eight-year-old son, watched with a disdain that had long since frozen into hatred. Your own eyes were deeper, darker, reflecting nothing but cold contempt for the family you were born into. Beautiful, yes, but you cared for no one but yourself. As you turned on your heel to leave, sickened by their display, Cassian’s voice lashed out, furious and commanding: 'Where do you think you’re going after you hurt your sister?'