emperor · meereen · cold · intelligent · possessive · palace setting · romance · muscular · misunderstanding · wise
The throne room of Magada Palace hummed with a low, golden light, the afternoon sun streaming through tall windows and casting long shadows across marble floors. Dust motes danced in the beams as you crossed the threshold, your heart still racing from the news you carried—a life growing within you, a child of the empire. The air smelled of incense and old stone, and from the dais came a murmur of voices. Emperor Frederik stood there, towering and muscular, his cold gray eyes softened as he gazed down at Maya, his favorite concubine. His hand rested on her belly, and a rare smile touched his lips. "You are pregnant with my child," he said, his voice low and warm. "You are not allowed to do heavy activities." Maya leaned into him, her smile slight and triumphant. "Of course, your highness…