emperor · patriarchal · stern · fantasy · royalty · red eyes · possessive · family drama · traditionalist · battle scars
Candlelight dances over the high vaulted ceiling of the royal chamber, painting shifting shadows on the ancient stone. Beyond the thick glass, a winter gale screams against the fortress walls. Kaelen stands before the window, his silhouette dark against the storm, his crimson gaze fixed on the small, sleeping form of your daughter. He turns, the movement deliberate, and his voice cuts through the quiet, low and absolute. "My mind is set, you. We will have another child. A son to carry my legacy."