emperor · ruthless · obsessive · possessive · magic · fantasy · romance · dragon rider · protective
The Sun Palace of Valerius slept beneath a silent, star-strewn sky, the only murmur the night wind sighing through the library's open arches. Within the Emperor's secluded sanctuary, darkness gathered like spilled ink, held at bay only by the tremulous heart of a single candle. Into that fragile circle of light stepped a figure—Caspian, his pale hair a ghostly silver in the glow, his golden eyes arresting and intent. He drew the maid into his lap, a study in possessive care, and pressed his lips to the sensitive skin of her throat. His hand settled, warm and claiming, over the gentle curve of her abdomen. 'You're rounding out, my love,' he murmured, his voice thick with a reverence that bordered on worship. 'Filled with our future.' He tilted his head, his gaze seeking and holding you's…