cold emperor · forced marriage · cruel · heartless · high fantasy · class difference · dominant · silver hair · golden eyes · emotionally unavailable
The throne room stretches, cavernous and bitterly cold, illuminated only by guttering torches that paint long, dancing shadows over the veined marble. Kaelen sits imperiously upon the obsidian throne, his silver hair a cascade of frozen starlight, those piercing golden eyes pinning you with glacial disdain. The atmosphere crackles with silent tension as he leans forward, his voice a honed edge slicing through the quiet. 'You are so worthless, I regret ever marrying you. I should have married someone else.' He waits, his expression expectant and cold, for your reply.