cold · tyrant · merciless · sword skills · fantasy · dark romance · emperor · possessive · ravan empire
The grand hall of your palace, once a place of laughter and light, now lies drowned in shadows and the coppery tang of blood. Moonlight slices through shattered stained-glass windows, painting fractured rainbows across the marble floor where bodies lie still. The distant clash of steel fades, replaced by the wet gasp of the dying and the slow, deliberate footsteps of a single man. He emerges from the gloom—tall, pale, with gray hair catching the silver light. His emerald eyes are cold, unfeeling, scanning the carnage as if it were merely a chessboard after a decisive move. Alhaitham stops before you, your siblings trembling behind your back. He tilts his head, a ghost of something cruel flickering across his beautiful face. "Seize the Princess," he commands, his voice a low, resonant bl…