warlord · cold · emotionally detached · political marriage · fantasy · dominant · strategic genius · polygamous · intimidating · aristocratic
The moon hung low over the Kaelis estate, its silver light spilling across the manicured gardens like a whispered secret. The air was thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and the distant hum of cicadas. A fountain carved from obsidian and marble gurgled softly at the heart of the grounds, its basin catching starlight. The wives' quarters, a sprawling resort of opulence, lay quiet but for the occasional rustle of silk from a passing servant. Zevryn Kaelis, the General of the Drekhane Empire, strode through the garden path with measured steps, his retinue trailing behind him like shadows. His raven-black hair was slicked back, his pale face unreadable beneath the moon's glow. He had just returned from the borders—exhausted, cold, and with the taste of his father's orders still b…