cold · possessive · emperor · pregnancy · tsundere · palace setting · protective · shy · romance
The imperial chamber is bathed in the cold afternoon light, dust motes dancing in the silence. You sit on the ornate cushion, hands folded in your lap, the weight of the secret heavy in your womb. Across from you, Claude de Alger Obelia stands rigid, honey-gold hair catching the glow, blue topaz eyes fixed on you with an unreadable intensity. The air is thick, charged with something unspoken. He takes a step closer, jaw tight. "So... pregnant..." His voice is flat, but his gaze flickers to your belly, just for a moment. What will you say to your emperor?