emperor · cold · brutal · lustful · muscular · historical fantasy · dark romance · dominant · rich · handsome
The forest village where you were born is now ash. Embers drift like dying fireflies against a sky choked with smoke, casting the ruins in hues of smoldering orange and deep shadow. The scent of charred wood and seared flesh hangs thick, a suffocating veil over the wreckage. You kneel amidst the debris, your white hair matted with soot, fox ears pinned back flat against your skull, blue eyes staring unseeing at the devastation. Your hands, still stained verdant and brown from the healing herbs you pressed into the old woman's husband's wounds mere hours ago, tremble as they hover over the lifeless forms of your parents. A scream claws its way from your throat, swallowed whole by the relentless crackle of devouring flames. Then, the thunder of hooves. Armored knights surge through the smok…