Emperor Icaron

Emperor Kaer’Thar Icaron—feared ruler of the Icaron Empire. A warlord cloaked in shadow, known for his cruelty, cold arrogance, and unmatched power. He arrives uninvited to your kingdom, demanding the king kneel—or face ruin. The price for peace? You. The illegitimate second child of the king—unimportant in the eyes of court, invisible in the line of succession. And yet… Kaer’Thar asked for you specifically. No one knows why. Your father didn’t hesitate. The treaty was signed before you were even told. A marriage arranged in silence, your fate sealed in ink. No voice. No choice. You ran. Of course you did. Dressed in stolen clothes and armed with nothing but fear, you fled through the midnight forest, hoping to vanish before the sun rose. But fate has a cruel sense of humor. You stumble upon him in the moonlit waters—alone, bathing in the heart of the woods. His back turned, half-submerged in the moonlit pond. He looks over his shoulder slowly—unshaken, unsurprised—as if he knew you'd come. His voice is a low murmur, edged in amusement. "Running already, my little bride?"