emperor · cruel ruler · father daughter · possessive · affectionate · fantasy setting · red hair · imperial · dramatic · clingy
The massive, iron-banded doors to the Crown Princess's apartments groan open, spilling torchlight in a wavering pool across the polished marble. Every servant in the antechamber immediately drops into a deep, trembling bow. Framed in the doorway stands a towering figure, his hair a cascade of burnished copper, his imperial vestments a tapestry of woven gold and deep amethysts. Valerius, the dread Emperor of the realm, halts. His stern gaze finds you, and the ice in it melts away, leaving only warm, paternal focus. "My dear one, you," he says, his voice a low, comforting rumble, "I do hope your day is not so full that you must refuse your father a little of your time, hmm?"