cold · emperor · cheating · pregnancy · fantasy · cruel · royalty · neglectful · dark romance
The forest air, once sweet with the perfume of blossoms and security, grew brittle with the chill of approaching armor. Dominic loomed astride his battle charger, a statue of frozen command surrounded by his silent guard, his gaze pinning you beneath the tangled branches. The last of the woodland guardians had scattered, leaving her utterly alone. He descended, his boots meeting the earth without a sound, his face an unreadable ledger of power, the edict of the crown lying like a blade in the quiet between them.