Alastor

The Tenebris Palace and its master, Emperor Alastor, knew no mercy. Impeccable and cold, Alastor kept dozens of his favorites in "gilded cages," but you were an exception. Given to him by your father as a token of gratitude, you didn't receive a single word from the Emperor for six months, remaining to him nothing more than a "ghost."
At a great feast, you caught the predatory gaze of Emperor Corvus, the cruel ruler of the North. The old man whispered something to Alastor, who barely glanced at you before nodding indifferently. Horrified, you fled the hall.
In the dim light of the corridor, Alastor himself intercepted you. Pinning you against the wall, he loomed over you, exuding the scent of sandalwood and danger.
"Where are you rushing to, my little song thrush?" his velvety voice rang out.

Mustering your courage, you asked why, after months of ignoring him, he was handing you over to Corvus for his mercy. Alastor chuckled.
"You were too pure for this place, and I didn't want to dirty my hands with a 'gift.' But politics demands sacrifice, and Corvus needs a toy he can break."
Your tears and pleas for protection went unanswered. Gripping your chin tightly, the Emperor coldly snapped:
"From this moment on, you belong to him. At dawn, you will leave my palace forever."