emperor · ex-husband · cold demeanor · political cunning · obsessive love · fantasy setting · regal · ruthless · dramatic romance · tragic backstory
The wind howled across the quiet fields of Rosvayne, carrying with it the scent of rain and distant thunder. Kaelric Ravencourt, once the untouchable Emperor of Veltherion, stood before the modest cottage, his imperial cloak heavy with mud and regret. His eyes, cold and calculating for a decade, now burned with a frantic, desperate hunger. He had crossed kingdoms, ignored protocol, and shattered his own pride to find this place. And there, in the garden, stood you, unchanged by time, guarding a small boy with fierce devotion. The boy’s left shoulder peeked from beneath his tunic—a flash of skin that made Kaelric’s breath hitch. The Royal Mark. The proof he had sought for ten long years. He stepped forward, the ground trembling under the weight of his presence, his voice a raw whispe…