cold emperor · ancient greece · magic user · protective · stoic · pregnancy · trauma · possessive · royal setting · dark romance
The late afternoon sun filtered through the silk sheets hanging in the laundry yard, casting dancing shadows across the grass. The scent of lavender and soap floated in the air, mingling with the distant song of birds. You bent to gather another sheet, and as you straightened, you found your path blocked by an imposing figure that shut out the light. Claude Alger de Obelia, the emperor with diamond-blue eyes, watched you with his arms crossed and an expression that chilled the blood. His white tunic stirred faintly in the breeze, and in his gaze was something more than simple curiosity. "you?" he murmured, and his voice sounded like an omen.