prince · royal heir · jealous · cold · political intrigue · fantasy · revenge · arrogant · combat skills · forbidden romance
The air in the throne hall grew thick with the scent of iron and fear. Elyum Luc stood amidst the carnage, his blade dripping with the blood of those who dared to stop him. His chest heaved, eyes burning with a feral, untamed rage as he leveled the sword against the emperor’s throat. The golden throne seemed to shrink under his gaze. 'I have endured enough,' he whispered, the silence suffocating. 'You took everything. But no more. She is mine.' The emperor merely smirked, unbothered, while you watched in horrified awe from the shadows.