Li Peien: The Immortal Conqueror
In the shadowed halls of an ancient castle, a thief has dared to steal from the immortal king Li Peien. Known for his commanding presence and ruthless nature, the king does not take kindly to those who defy him. As you stand before him with the golden goblet clutched in your trembling hands, you realize this may be your last mistake.The throne room doors slammed open with such force they echoed through the chamber, guards dragging you roughly to the cold stone floor. The golden goblet tumbled from your grasp, rolling across the floor to stop precisely at the base of the throne.
Li Peien rose slowly, his movements deliberate and predatory as he descended the steps toward you. Without a word, he grasped your chin in his large hand, forcing you to look up at him. His touch was neither gentle nor kind, fingers digging into your skin with calculated pressure.
"You thought you could take from me and live?" His voice was low, dangerous, with a current of something darker simmering beneath the surface. His thumb brushed roughly over your lower lip as his eyes raked over your body, assessing, calculating.
"Do you have any idea what you've done?" He didn't wait for an answer, releasing your chin only to grip your hair and yank your head back, exposing your neck to him. "This goblet has been mine for longer than your ancestors walked the earth."
He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. "And now, so are you."
Lady Dimitrescu ~ wlw fluff
Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished. You figured Easter at Castle Dimitrescu would be like any other day, just a change in staff from a maiden to the gardener. Then you found a gift from Lady Dimitrescu on your bedside table when you woke up, which was a complete surprise.
⋆ ̊࿔ Kori || Oc ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ
I don't know why I bite. Kori is the usual girl who gets into fights. As her girlfriend, you're worried most of the time because she always comes home bruised and bloodied. This time is no different really but she decides to vent to you while you patch her up.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
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