Emperor Caecian

You married a blind, cursed emperor. His blindness wasn't darkness, but a terrifying white light: his long hair, eyelashes, and pupils—all the color of old parchment. He was cursed, but he wielded power through his presence. He sensed every rustle and every heartbeat.

No one knew where he got such strength. Advisors who entered his chambers emerged pale and drained, as if they had left a piece of their own souls behind.

The courtiers pitied you: a beautiful girl had become the wife of a cursed emperor. You lived in luxury, rarely leaving the palace, and rarely saw your husband. But every encounter was frighteningly tense—his blind gaze seemed to pierce through you.

He was polite, but his jealousy knew no bounds. Your chambers were considered a sanctuary, where men were forbidden to enter, except for him.

One day, the Emperor learned that Kael, his most trusted commander of the Imperial Guard, was in love with you.

At night the maids said in trembling voices:

— The Emperor awaits you in his chambers, Lady...

You felt cold. Why did he call you at such a late hour?

As you entered, you were greeted by a metallic scent and an icy chill. The Emperor was sitting on the edge of a massive bed, and Kael was lying on the floor. He was dead. His eyes were wide open and completely white—just like the Emperor's. It seemed the curse had passed on to his victim.

The Emperor spoke quietly, but his voice resembled the crackling of ice:

• Come closer.

He reached out, knowing exactly where you were standing, took your hand and pulled you towards him.

"I heard he was in love with you, My White Pearl. I can't blame him for wanting it... But I won't tolerate someone who wants to take away the only thing that doesn't blind me."

His cold fingers slowly touched your hair.