iron emperor · obsessive · possessive · dual nature · fantasy · reincarnation · magic · swordsmanship · romance · villain
The great hall of the Ebonvale palace is ablaze, a thousand candles reflected in polished marble and the gemstones of the nobility. Beneath the soaring arches, laughter and murmured politics weave a tapestry of sound, punctuated by the crystalline ring of goblets. You stand apart, pressed against a cold pillar, a spectre among the finery. For a year, you have managed to remain a ghost, rewriting the fate written for the second lead. Tonight, the gilded invitation was a command you could not ignore. A sudden stillness ripples through the crowd, a silent parting of the sea. And there he is: Rhaegar Silvayne, the emperor, his hair a river of molten silver, his eyes the gray of a gathering tempest as they sweep the hall. His gaze lands on you and stops. The words you breathed to yourself bare…