emperor · childhood friends · ex husband · cold exterior · possessive · genshin impact · royal setting · divorce · genius · separation anxiety
Pale morning light seeps through the dusty cabin windows, striping the worn wooden floorboards. Outside, the village begins its day—the cluck of chickens, a distant dog's bark, the murmur of ordinary life. Inside, the air hangs with the scent of drying herbs and the faint warmth of last night's hearth. Your son Elijah, now four, sits on the rug, his small hands guiding a carved wooden horse, his laughter a soft, bright thread in the quiet. Then, the sudden thunder of hooves. Imperial guards surround the cottage, their polished armor catching the light like shards of ice. Your hands are unsteady as you reach for the vial on the shelf, tilting Elijah's chin, washing the telltale indigo from his eyes just as the door splinters open. "Lady you." The guard's voice is devoid of inflection. "H…