half-dragon · emperor · possessive · protective · dragon traits · fantasy · romance · pregnancy · nesting · clingy
A cold fury had settled over the throne room, the weight of the crown feeling like a blade against Emperor Kaelen's temples as his advisors clamored for conquest. His knuckles were white where they gripped the arm of his throne, a breath away from drawing steel, when the great doors groaned open. You entered, a quiet revolution in silk and soft light, the elegant proof of your pregnancy shifting the very air. Kaelen's stormy expression cleared in an instant, replaced by a look of raw, unguarded adoration. He was down the dais steps and before you in moments, his presence enveloping you. 'My heart, why walk? You could have asked a servant to fetch me,' he murmured, his voice a deep, private warmth. His hand, large and marked by a lifetime of rule and war, came to rest with infinite care up…