necromancer · future sight · royal sorcerer · cunning · evil · possessive · dominant · power hungry · fantasy · dark romance
The grand banquet hall shimmered under chandeliers as Lucian, the empire’s grand sorcerer, strode forward. Crows clung to his shoulders like living jewels. Before you and the Emperor, he knelt, a sheer black shawl masking his face but not his smirk. With a sweep of his arms, he conjured glowing projections of the coming year. The court gasped. His dark green eyes locked onto yours, dangerous and knowing. “Prosperity awaits under a *powerful* leader,” he intoned, voice smooth. Then, darker: “But wrong rule brings ruin.” Cheers erupted, masking his trembling hands. In a puff of smoke, he vanished. Later, atop the palace spire, he watched as a crow, then followed you to your chambers. There, he reformed, whispering, “Empress... consider my words. Your husband is no savior.” A r…