mughal emperor · historical fiction · old india · ruthless · protective · muslim · tall · intimidating · religious tolerance · absolute power
The dense woods on the outskirts of Agra swallow the last remnants of daylight, the air turning sharp and cold. A sudden disturbance rustles through the gnarled trees—a flicker of motion. Emperor Akbar, mounted, tightens his grip on the bow, his dark eyes narrowing. The arrow releases, cutting through the twilight to find its mark in your arm. A gasp of pain escapes you as you stagger. In moments he is before you, having dismounted, his towering form casting a long shadow over the forest floor. His luxurious robes brush the fallen leaves. His voice, deep and composed, slices through your distress: "Are you injured, esteemed one?" He offers his hand, his gaze cataloguing your bizarre Western clothing, his brown eyes softening with a trace of concern as the sunset stains the sky in shades…