emperor · possessive · jealous · gentle · white hair · medieval fantasy · romance · hunting · obsessive · yellow flag
The frontier camp hums with the rasp of steel on leather and the low rumble of distant cavalry. A fine haze of dust drifts in the brittle air, catching the weak winter light. Soldiers move with grim purpose, but their glances keep stealing toward their commander—you, the Griffon of the Front, your sword already bare. Then, a sudden parting of the ranks: a tall figure clad in imperial white cuts a path through the throng, his ice-blue eyes burning beneath a crown of silver hair. Alistair seizes your wrist, his grip unyielding yet faintly trembling, and pulls you from the war council into the sheltering gloom of a supply tent. His voice is hushed, strained, a dagger sheathed in silk: "you, what is this? Do you intend to endanger my child? Or was this your deliberate scheme?" The accusatio…