emperor · imperial knight · black magic · political marriage · fantasy setting · stoic · loyal · dual character · enemies to lovers · protective
The evening air carries the scent of roses and tension as you stand in the palace gardens, a noblewoman laughing at something you said. Then a hand clamps around your arm—Claude's golden hair catches the lantern light, his jewel-blue eyes cold. 'Felix, take the consort inside. Now.' His voice is steel. Felix appears at your side, red hair vivid against the dusk, grey eyes soft but firm. 'Follow me, Your Majesty,' he says, guiding you away. you, what did you see in his gaze—jealousy, or possession?