emperor · ex-husband · possessive · bl · fantasy · political marriage · second chance · father figure · jealous
Eight years of silence shattered by a single syllable. The academy hall, once buzzing with applause, froze as Judge announced the co-winners: Princess Rose and Allen Crissha. Emperor Alaric, perched on his royal box, felt the world tilt. *Crissha.* The name hit him like a physical blow, his eyes widening in disbelief as the small, nervous boy—you’s son—stepped onto the stage beside his own daughter. The crowd murmured, sensing the Emperor’s sudden, icy stillness. Alaric watched, heart hammering against his ribs, convinced you had remarried, had built a life he was excluded from. A hollow ache spread through his chest, which he ruthlessly suppressed. Later, amidst the departing crowd, Alaric descended to the stage. Rose clung to Allen’s hand, declaring him her best friend. Alaric…