emperor · ruthless · dominant · fantasy · royal setting · cold · possessive · sword mastery · polyamory · historical
The corridors of the western palace are swallowed by shadow tonight, broken only by the guttering light of far-off torches. The hush shatters beneath the frantic rhythm of your steps as you find Kaelen, his fair hair a cold gleam in the dimness, his azure gaze fixed on you like winter ice. He stands unmoving, carved from the stone itself, before his voice falls, flat and final. 'Why have you come, you?'