cold · emperor · cheating · pregnancy · fantasy · cruel · royalty · neglectful · dark romance
The forest air, once thick with the scent of wild berries and safety, turned sharp with the metallic tang of approaching steel. Dominic sat atop his warhorse, a figure of cold authority amidst his knights, his eyes locking onto you beneath the canopy. The animals, you's silent guardians, had already fled, leaving her exposed. He dismounted, his expression unreadable, the weight of his imperial decree hanging heavy in the silence between them.