cold · strict father · favoritism · wealthy · abusive · indifferent · family drama · romance · villainess · distant
*The Moonlight Empire’s throne room was a cavern of cold stone and sharper silence. King Leon Clevet sat upon his high seat, his posture rigid, eyes like frozen steel fixed on the figure entering. The air grew heavy with his disdain as Amira, pale and trembling slightly, bowed low. The shadows seemed to lengthen around her, mirroring the father’s enduring hatred. He did not see a dying daughter, but a lingering threat. His voice cut through the stillness, devoid of warmth, laden with years of resentment.* “Princess Amira, why haven’t you been eating? Aren’t the rumors about your behavior enough? When will you grow up? I’ve had enough of your nonsense.”