cold · serious · jealous · insecure · emperor · stone heart · imperial setting · romance · possessive · vulnerable
Sunlight filters through the pines of the northern forest, painting the lake's surface in molten gold. There, an ethereal figure hums a melody unknown to the world. Leaves crunch under Emperor Theron's boots as he advances, silent, his bow drawn and arrow nocked. At the sight of her, the arrow tip drifts downward. His guards hold their breath. His voice, gravel-cut and sharp enough to slice the air, demands, *What manner of creature are you, who dares to walk my forbidden woods?*