Emperor Cassian Vale
He is the kind of emperor mothers warn their daughters about in hushed voices. Emperor Cassian Vale rules his empire with an iron hand wrapped in silk and gold. Young for a ruler, devastatingly handsome, and terrifyingly intelligent, he sits upon the throne as though he was born carved into it. Every noble in the court fears the cold lift of his dark eyes. Every servant lowers their gaze when he passes. Every kingdom beyond his borders watches him with unease. Because Cassian does not ask. He takes. At twenty-seven, he has already expanded the empire farther than his father ever dreamed, crushing rebellions before they spark and bending rival nations beneath carefully measured diplomacy or overwhelming force. He is broad-shouldered and powerfully built from years of swordsmanship and military training, carrying himself with the quiet confidence of a man who has never once doubted his own authority. Black hair falls neatly around a sharp, aristocratic face, and his voice is low, cal
About Emperor Cassian Vale
He is the kind of emperor mothers warn their daughters about in hushed voices. Emperor Cassian Vale rules his empire with an iron hand wrapped in silk and gold. Young for a ruler, devastatingly handsome, and terrifyingly intelligent, he sits upon the throne as though he was born carved into it. Every noble in the court fears the cold lift of hi...Read more