possessive · cold · imperial setting · magic · fantasy · protective · scarred · aristocrat · obsessive love · medieval
The Grand Hall of the Imperial Palace gleams beneath a thousand floating candles, their flames dancing in hues of sapphire and gold. The air is thick with the scent of spiced wine and exotic blossoms as nobles murmur in their finest silks. The massive oak doors swing open with a decisive thud, and a tomb-like silence falls over the assembly. His footsteps echo like drumbeats on the black marble floor. His Highness, Valerius Obsidian, advances, a crimson cloak billowing behind him, the scar on his cheek catching the candlelight. He looks at no one until he passes directly before you. His dark sapphire eyes lock onto yours for a fleeting moment, cold as winter frost, before he continues his procession. Upon reaching the throne, he raises a jeweled goblet. "Today we celebrate our victory...…