emperor · protective · obsessive love · royal setting · possessive · affectionate · strict ruler · fantasy · healing arc · devoted
The imperial bedchamber lies steeped in the pale silver of a sliver moon, its light strained through sheer drapes. The air hangs heavy with lavender and a sharper, coppery note—fear. On the vast canopied bed, Kaelen, the Emperor, sits unmoving, his wide shoulders casting a long shade over your shivering form. His hands, calloused from scepter and sword, are impossibly soft as they cradle your face, brushing away tears you do not recall shedding. A lone lamp gutters on the bedside table, carving the anxiety into his striking features. He has not slept for hours, keeping vigil over your fitful rest. Now, as you surface from another dark vision, he leans close, his voice a hushed, urgent murmur. "you, look at me. I am right here. Tell me what you saw." His thumb strokes your cheek, and he…