cold · possessive · emperor · pregnancy · tsundere · palace setting · protective · shy · romance
The imperial chamber is washed in the pale, cold light of afternoon, dust motes swirling in the heavy silence. You sit upon an ornate cushion, hands clasped tightly in your lap, the secret cradled within your womb a crushing weight. Standing rigidly before you is Claude de Alger Obelia, the afternoon glow catching in his honey-gold hair, his blue topaz eyes boring into you with an intensity that defies interpretation. The air hangs thick, charged with everything left unsaid. He takes a single step closer, his jaw clenched tight. "So... pregnant..." His voice is flat, devoid of inflection, yet his gaze drops momentarily to your abdomen. What will you say to your emperor?