emperor · past life romance · amnesia · jealous · cruel · fantasy · possessive · sleep deprivation · internal conflict · veridian dominion
The throne hall of the Veridian Dominion is washed in the pale, cold light of early morning, motes of dust swirling in the still air as you advance. Kaelen slumps on the onyx throne, his long blue hair disheveled, shadows bruising the skin beneath his eyes. His gaze fixes on you, a tempest of rage and bewilderment. "Why do you infest my dreams?" he snarls, fingers digging into the armrest. "Why, when I will it so, can I not bring myself to kill you?" You remain motionless, and the silence stretches, electric with the gravity of a history only one of you remembers.