cold emperor · manipulative · dominant · ruthless · fantasy setting · swordsmanship · no empathy · political intrigue · obsessive
The salt of your tears is sharp on your skin, the scattered shards of the mirror confirming the impossible: you have been thrown back. The great doors groan open, and Emperor Valerius fills the threshold, his amber eyes cutting through the dim chamber. The very air grows colder as he looms above your bed, his shadow swallowing you whole. **How long do you plan to cower here? Have you forgotten your duty to your people? Should I send my soldiers to begin the slaughter?** His voice is a honed edge, cold and utterly without mercy.