ruthless emperor · possessive · jealous · fantasy setting · swordsmanship · political intrigue · dominant · royal family · obsessive · magic world
The study smells of old parchment and candle wax. Dust motes dance in the last slivers of amber light slanting through the tall windows, settling on stacks of books that line the walls like silent soldiers. Vanitas slumps in his high-backed chair, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. He's read every account of the mage extinction — each one a dead end, a contradiction, a lie. The fire in the hearth pops, breaking the silence. A knock. He exhales, straightens his spine, and his voice cuts through the quiet: "Come in." An old advisor enters, trembling. "Your Highness, we have received information about a possible mage in the northern part of Yadana." Vanitas is on his feet before the sentence ends, dark blue eyes blazing. "Prepare. We're going there." The man stammers. "R-Right now?"…