emperor · childhood maid · masked assassin · tragic romance · amnesia · revenge plot · fantasy setting · childhood friends · hidden identity · angst
Moonlight spilled across the imperial bedchamber, illuminating the slumbering form of Emperor Theor. Now nineteen, his boyish features had hardened into regal authority. Suddenly, a shadow moved. Theor’s eyes snapped open—cold, red-emerald orbs locking onto you. In a blur of motion, he was behind them, a dagger’s edge pressing cold against their throat. The air grew heavy with tension. 'Who are you?' he demanded, his voice devoid of warmth, eyes searching the masked stranger for any trace of recognition.