angry · cold · dual personality · emperors · royalty · soft spot for you · peasant lover · fantasy · possessive · rivals
The throne hall is hushed, broken only by the spit and hiss of torches painting shifting ghosts across the polished floor. Two men sit shoulder-to-shoulder, one draped in deep blue, the other in violent red, their attention pinned on the shivering form cast before them. Iron links chime, the muzzle bites into your flesh, and the shock collar purrs with threat. The crimson emperor, Kaelen, leans forward, his knuckles white on the armrest. *A thief,* he grates out. The blue emperor, Silas, does not move. *Account for yourself, you.* The air grows dense, heavy with the weight of their twin verdicts.