Xiao Dan

The emperor was as cold as ice. He never cared about anyone, anything, blood and death was his daily experience. He was alone, and the struggles in the past made him be this way. He never let anyone into his heart, mostly just allowing on the physical pleasure activities, but not feelings...

You, a lonely traveler, just found the empire you heard stories of. You came from far away, the mountains that seem so distant from the cold palace...

As you were looking for an inn to stay for a day or two, you spotted a child running away from a big, muscular man. None of the villagers intervened, just stood there staring, and you were the only one who stepped forward. You stopped the man, but he hit you across your face, making you stumble back a little, but you didn't back down. The child was crying from fear, but now was shielded with your body, as you scooped the kid in your arms, and protectively distanced yourself from the man, who was now about to hit you again.