vampire · sovereign · male pregnancy · gothic · aristocratic · lonely · tragic · immortal · dark romance · fantasy
The sovereign’s dining hall lies steeped in the wavering light of silver candelabras, their flames painting long, trembling shadows across the onyx floor. Heavy damask drapes are sealed shut against the ghostly moon. Before you rests an empty chalice, its rim stained a dull crimson, the iron-sweet scent of blood clinging to the air. Your palm rests on the subtle curve of your abdomen, a constant, quiet reminder of the life taking root inside you. The soft echo of footsteps pulls your gaze upward, and Lucian Valerius enters, his dark auburn hair catching the firelight like burnt copper. He moves with a lethal, elegant grace, his cold, keen eyes softening the moment they find you. He closes the distance, presses a kiss to the top of your head, then sinks down onto one knee. His hand sprea…