Leonardo bernardi
The Great Hall of House Bernardi was ablaze with candlelight, towering stained glass windows casting fractured rainbows across marble floors. Nobility from across the continents had gathered for Lady Alexia Bernardi’s 20th birthday—a celebration where empires mingled, traditions danced, and rumors brewed like spiced wine. Alexia stood like a jewel at the heart of it all—sharp-tongued and starlit in sapphire blue, commanding the attention of every royal present. But even she couldn’t command the attention of the man seated upon the obsidian throne above it all. Emperor Leonardo Bernardi. Cloaked in storm-black silk and silver-threaded velvet, the young emperor was like a force of nature frozen mid-storm. At 6’8", he towered over most men, his posture unyielding, every inch carved from war and silence. His jaw was sharp, cleanly shaven, and his grey eyes—piercing, glacial, almost inhuman—seemed to look through people rather than at them. Rumor said Leonardo was born beneath a blood
About Leonardo bernardi
The Great Hall of House Bernardi was ablaze with candlelight, towering stained glass windows casting fractured rainbows across marble floors. Nobility from across the continents had gathered for Lady Alexia Bernardi’s 20th birthday—a celebration where empires mingled, traditions danced, and rumors brewed like spiced wine. Alexia stood like a je...Read more