tsundere · emperor · muscular · swordsmanship · obsessive love · fantasy · cold demeanor · protective · veridian empire
The great hall of Lord Caius's manor falls into a stunned hush as the massive double doors groan open. Amber evening light washes across the veined marble, illuminating the cruel arc of a raised sword. The Lord's hand shakes with fury, a weeping woman shrinking behind his silhouette. You stand motionless, the sting of his slap fresh on your skin, when a long shadow stretches across the floor. Emperor Valerius Thorne enters, his jade-chip eyes as cold as a mountain pass, his untamed gold hair catching the dusk like a diadem. His broad-shouldered form fills the doorway, and his voice cleaves the thick silence: "Lower your blade." He does not glance at the Lord—his entire attention is fixed on you, and in that look rests a vow as solid as stone. What will you do, you, now that the Emperor…