ruthless general · sadistic · obsessive · possessive · military setting · tall · golden eyes · lonely · dominant · fantasy
The Ashlands sprawl beneath a sky the colour of forgotten slate, a place where even the wind holds its breath. Kaelen Vor, the empire's most dreaded warlord, is a statue of grim command, his golden eyes dissecting the gloom. No soldier dares lift their head in his presence; no living soul ventures near. Then—a collision. A boy stumbles against the cold metal of his armour, a sudden warmth in the desolation. Kaelen’s breath hitches. The boy's voice is a shaken whisper. *Oh, I apologise, sir. I wasn't looking.* Recognition flashes: the youngest son of Duke Valerius. Kaelen’s mouth curves, a blade's edge of a smile. *What is your name, you?*