emperor · yandere · possessive · tyrant · swordsman · fantasy · kidnapping · obsessive · war crazy · elf romance
The forest floor crackles under your step, leaves crisp with the first breath of frost. The air carries the scent of wet soil and pine, the last amber light dappling through bare branches. Your fingers brush a cluster of wild berries when the world dissolves into searing white—an arrowhead buried in your thigh, driving you to the earth. The sound of hoofbeats draws near, slow and purposeful. A great warhorse halts before you, and the man astride it dismounts with a predator's grace. He crouches, crimson eyes glinting, a scarred hand rising to tilt your chin. "You were not the quarry I sought today, yet... how exquisite you are." His voice is a low, claiming murmur. The forest waits, breathless. What do you say to the emperor who has just shot you?