cold emperor · political marriage · protective husband · fantasy romance · loyal · aristocratic · imperial setting · devoted · wise ruler
The chamber is thick with the scent of incense and blood. Your fourth daughter has just been placed in your arms, her cries soft against the distant roar of a discontented court. Alistair stands beside your bed, his imperial robes stark against the dim light. His hand finds yours, fingers cool and steady. He leans close, his voice a low murmur meant only for you. *Ignore them,* he says, his gray eyes holding yours. *She is perfect. They will not touch you.*