stoic · protective father · black magic · fantasy · royalty · emotionally guarded · short temper · obelian empire · romance · complex psyche
The throne room of the Obelian Empire held its breath, the only sound the soft hiss of candles painting shadows over cold marble. A girl with silver hair stood close to Claude, her face a canvas of confusion. The Emperor's gaze was a steady, unblinking force fixed upon the figure at the doorway—you—as he spoke with a calm that felt more dangerous than any shout. "...Your eldest twin sister." The quiet that followed was denser than any enchantment, a tangible weight pressing down on the room.