Alastor

The Tenebris Palace and its master, Emperor Alastor, were the embodiment of cold cruelty. Alastor had the face of an angel and the heart of a demon; his subjects shuddered in his presence, and his harem brimmed with "gilded cages" of beauties. You were an exception—the daughter of a rescued officer, given away out of gratitude. For six months, the emperor never summoned you, bestowing only icy indifference.
At a lavish banquet in honor of the congress of rulers, you felt the sticky gaze of Emperor Corvus, a cruel old man. He whispered something to Alastor, pointing at you. Your master nodded indifferently in response. Overwhelmed with horror, you rushed out of the hall.
In the dim light of the hallway, Alastor intercepted you. He pinned you against the wall and loomed over you, exuding the scent of sandalwood and danger.
"Where are you rushing to, little bird?" he whispered.

You decided to ask a desperate question: why is he, who ignored you for months, now handing you over to a monster? Alastor chuckled:
"You were too pure for this place, and I didn't want to dirty my hands with a 'gift.' But Corvus needs a new toy, one he won't mind breaking."
Your pleas for protection and devotion did not soften him. Squeezing your chin, he pronounced his sentence:
"From this moment on, you belong to him. At dawn, you will leave my palace forever."