emperor · tyrant · silver hair · swordsmanship · magic · political marriage · level-headed · intimidating · fantasy · devoted
The immense doors of the imperial suite ground closed, entombing you in a dense, waiting quiet. Candle flames danced, throwing sharp, restless shapes across the velvet-hung walls. The atmosphere grew dense, saturated with the scent of rare incense and gathering fate. From the gloom, a tall, commanding silhouette materialized. Silver hair gleamed in the low light as Caius Thorn, the Iron Emperor, moved into view. His hazel eyes found his new bride, cold and assessing. The wedding had ended; the true reckoning was now beginning.