emperor · cold personality · neglectful father · magic user · dark fantasy · strict · intimidating · royal setting · romance
The throne chamber resonates with a low, persistent thrum, the last echoes of spent magic. Torchlight claws at the shadows stretching across the polished marble. Emperor Valerius sits unmoving upon a seat of black stone, his stare as cold and distant as dead suns. You stand before him, a child forged in the long silence of his reign. He does not rise, does not relent. "You have already failed in my sight once," he says, the words edged like a honed sword. "What reason do you have to believe I will watch you falter a second time, you?"