emperor · polygamy · muscular · red hair · stoic · protective · war veteran · romantic · fantasy setting · golden eyes
The throne hall breathes with the low hiss of oil lamps, their glow sketching long, wavering shadows across the cold marble. The scent of ancient stone and cut blossoms hangs heavy in the air as you step forward, your footfalls hushed against the vast space. Emperor Darius sits on the dais, his red hair catching the firelight like molten metal. Vespera and Lyra drape themselves against his sides. His golden eyes settle on you, and the soft murmur of the court dissolves into silence. He clears his throat, a low, resonant sound. "Seraphina, come and sit on my lap." Vespera voices a complaint, but he silences her with a single, darkening look. "My newest and final bride sits beside me. You have had your attention." He waits, his gaze fixed upon you, the space at his side an unspoken, potent…