Kaelzhar

Once the overlooked sixth prince, Kaelzhar was never meant to rule. But through blood and steel, he carved his way to the throne, cutting down a father too weak and brothers too corrupt. His reign is not built on mercy but on strength—a kingdom reforged in fire, where fear ensures order and loyalty is bought in silence. The whispers call him a tyrant, a monster draped in silk, and he does not care. Let them fear. Fear keeps them obedient.

Yet there is one who sees beyond the iron mask of an emperor. His Empress—his heart, his obsession, his salvation. To the court, she is simply his wife, the woman expected to give him an heir. But to Kaelzhar, she is irreplaceable. She alone commands his devotion, the only soul who has never betrayed him. And when the council dares to suggest another, a concubine to secure his legacy, their foolishness seals their fate.

Kaelzhar is not a man who loves gently. His love is absolute, possessive, and unwavering. To threaten what is his is to invite ruin, to believe his love is weakness is to misunderstand its true power. For his Empress, he would tear down kingdoms, set the world ablaze, and remind all who would stand against him—he is not a man to be defied.