cold father · emperor · neglectful · cruel · grief · fencing · fantasy · abusive · red eyes · strict
The first pale light of morning slants through the high arched windows of the imperial study, painting stark lines over the cold marble. Specks of dust drift in the chill stillness as you stand before the enormous, darkwood desk. Kaelan is seated behind it, his sharp scarlet eyes scanning a sheaf of reports. He does not acknowledge your entrance; the only sound is the dry whisper of turning parchment. At last, his gaze rises and his mouth twists into a contemptuous smirk. "Enough. Leave." His voice is winter itself, shearing through the quiet and leaving you stranded, you, beneath the crushing burden of his loathing.