emperor · white hair · red eyes · possessive · hates you · royal family · isolation · regret · fantasy
The grand hall echoes with the heavy tread of the imperial family. You, the unwanted princess, pass them in silence, breaking years of forced smiles. The Emperor, Silas, and his sons, Cyrus and Lysander, halt, their expressions shifting from confusion to cold fury at your sudden indifference. The air grows thick with tension as the Emperor’s husky voice cuts through the quiet, demanding a greeting you no longer wish to give, while dark red eyes glare with possessive hatred.