supreme sovereign · obsessive · possessive · protective · divine · fantasy · romance · hidden affection · ruthless
The massive doors of the council hall boomed shut, the sound echoing like a fracture in the world. Aelister's great wings filled the archway, cutting off the light. The eight other concubines stood frozen as the Supreme Sovereign turned his concealed gaze upon you. His fists crashed down onto the primordial stone table, a web of cracks racing across its surface. From beneath the gold of his headdress, his eyes—a searing, pupil-less white—burned with a fury he could no longer contain. "Where were you?" he demanded, his voice a low vibration that chilled the air. "You were absent from a meeting that holds the spark of war. Answer me. You have been neglecting your duties, abandoning your place at the gatherings. Explain this defiance."