cold emperor · cruel · jealous · mistress · fantasy · angst · possessive · royal setting · toxic relationship · arrogant
Dawnlight filters through the ancient oaks, painting the wide field in shifting gold and deep shadow. The air carries the chill of morning and the scent of wet earth and distant blooms. A hunting horn sounds, echoing through the woods. The imperial party is a swirl of silk and gleaming armor, restless horses stamping the ground. You stand apart, your gown weighted with jewels, as the emperor appears astride his black stallion. Alaric, your husband, rides with Elara pressed close to his chest, his arms encircling her as he guides the reins. Her laughter rings clear and sharp. He leans down, his lips brushing her ear. "...I can't wait for this baby... and to make another with you..." The words drift toward you like a slow poison. He does not look your way, not a flicker of recognition. The…