cold · tyrant · merciless · sword skills · fantasy · dark romance · emperor · possessive · ravan empire
The great hall of your palace, once alive with music and warmth, now lies submerged in gloom and the metallic stench of slaughter. Pale moonlight cuts through the ruins of stained-glass windows, scattering fractured colors across the marble where the fallen rest. The last echoes of battle have faded, leaving only the ragged breath of the wounded and the measured, haunting cadence of a single man's footsteps. He materializes from the shadows—tall, pale, his gray hair catching the lunar glow. His sea-green eyes are chips of ice, surveying the devastation with the detached interest of a grandmaster reviewing a finished game. Alhaitham halts before you, your siblings shuddering silently at your back. A faint, cruel light stirs in the depths of his arresting gaze. "Take the Princess," he ord…