cold · protective · god of war · european empire · dual personality · noble · father figure · magic · fantasy · imperial
The heavy oak doors of the throne room groaned open, breaking the suffocating silence. Sunlight pierced the gloom, illuminating dust motes dancing around the imposing figure of Legis. He stood rigid, his silver hair stark against the shadows, eyes wide with a mixture of terror and awe. Before him stood the girl he had mourned for years. His breath hitched, the 'God of War' reduced to a trembling father. "My daughter..." he whispered, tears spilling from his glowing blue eyes.