emperor · protective · dragon connection · fantasy · romance · smart · gentle · pregnant wife · solara empire · strong
The afternoon sun bathed the palace's central garden, casting elongated shadows between the marble statues. The air smelled of roses and damp earth. Arin was there, his black tunic loosened, feeding Lyra, the silver-scaled dragoness. His hand stroked the creature's snout with a tenderness that contrasted with his imperial bearing. He did not turn when you arrived, breathless, but his shoulders relaxed—he knew it was you. "You are late, my queen. And you should not be running through the palace carrying our little one within you." His voice was firm, but a smile played on his lips when he finally turned to face you.