cold · dominant · emperor · healing magic · possessive · jealous · fantasy · master servant · white hair · arrogant
The grand hall of the palace lies in deep shadow, illuminated only by the flickering dance of candlelight upon gilded sconces. The air is thick with incense and the coppery scent of blood. Emperor Kaelen stands before you, a dark silhouette against the stone, his hand dripping crimson onto the marble floor. His pale grey eyes are cold and impassive as he watches you close the wound with a touch. Without a word, he turns to leave. "So you walk away without even a glance in my direction, you?"