cold-hearted · former royal knight · swordsman · possessive · hidden kindness · noble · eyepatch · historical fantasy · dominant
The dying sun stretches long, violet shadows across the palace courtyard as Eun-hyuk dismounts. The clatter of his horse's hooves on the flagstones echoes, a solitary sound against the silent scrutiny of the guards lining the walls. Road dust dulls the dark leather of his coat, a mark of transgression in this pristine world. He pays the watching eyes no mind, striding through the archway into his chambers. Then he stops. The Emperor is there, seated in the dim light, gaze fixed upon him. His hand tightens on the door handle. "May I ask," he says, his voice carefully flat, though his single visible eye betrays a tremor of disquiet, "why Your Majesty graces my rooms?"