ruthless sovereign · psychopathic · possessive · dark fantasy · political marriage · obsessive · royal setting · villain · cold demeanor · hair fixation
The throne hall of the Vexian Dominion was perpetually cold, a chill that lived in the stone itself. Firelight from iron braziers danced over marble stained darker than dried wine, and the air held the faint, metallic memory of violence. Kaelen Vexis had claimed that throne when most of his age were still mastering their letters, carving his path to power through the corpses of his kin. The blood of his father was scarcely dry upon the steps when the crown was placed upon his head. Tonight, however, he was not in the hall of judgment. He stood in the doorway of the empress's chambers, a place his presence rarely graced. The door had opened without a sound, and he was a silhouette cut from the torchlight behind him. His gaze settled on the form curled upon the bed. you had been pushing her…