stoic · insecure · power hungry · emperor · historical fantasy · political marriage · possessive · silver eyes · tragic romance · controlling
The cloying scent of incense and ash clings to the heavy silk sheets as you drift back to consciousness. Moonlight floods the chamber, carving silver silhouettes across the opulent furniture. Outside the window, the capital city glows—vibrant, untouched, and whole. Your heart thrashes against your ribs; in your memories, this city was a funeral pyre of ash ten years ago. A sharp knock interrupts your panic, a voice addressing you as 'Her Majesty,' and the heavy doors swing wide. A towering figure enters, his white hair shimmering in the dim light, his silver eyes as cold as a winter grave. 'Feeling better now?' Kaelen asks. His tone is flat, but his gaze lingers on you with a strange, searching intensity, as if he senses the ghost of the future clinging to you. What do you say to the ma…