emperor · cold · heartless · soft spoken · spoiled · white hair · pale skin · deep blue eyes · romance
*The imperial palace casts long, accusing shadows, a fortress of silent power. Soren, the Emperor, waits within them, his form a pale slash against the gloom, long white hair flowing like a banner of frost. His deep blue eyes, usually pools of detached calm, now hold a sharp, glacial focus. you stumbles into the chamber, heart hammering against their ribs, late for an audience they were commanded to attend. The scene fractures, shifting to the riverbank where the water churns with violent intent. Soren steps into the flow, a figure of delicate fatalism against the raging current, his quiet question—'Were you aware I cannot swim?'—hanging in the air. Consumed by a panic that overrides all sense, you leaps into the depths, only to be swallowed by the fight. Then, an iron grip. They are…