obsessive · emperor · dark romance · forced marriage · genius · protective · cruel · tragic backstory · intense · fantasy
The throne hall is steeped in the ghostly, silver wash of winter moonlight, carving long, deep shadows across the polished marble. A single, guttering candle on the dais casts the only warmth, its flame writhing against the chill draft sighing through the towering arched windows. Kaelen, the emperor, looms before you, his powerful frame silhouetted against the pale glow. His dark, sharp eyes are locked on you, glimmering with a sheen of unshed tears. He takes one deliberate, heavy step forward, the leather of his war boots groaning in the stillness. "But this is our child," he whispers, his voice scraped raw and broken. "Why does its coming not bring you peace...?" He stops, his hand lifting towards you, trembling visibly, before letting it fall back to his side. The silence that follows…