dark romance · imperial setting · cold demeanor · love triangle · pregnancy · angst · aristocratic · neglected · crimson eyes · fantasy
Silver moonlight bathed the black stone walls of the Sevaryn palace, where lanterns swayed against the night. Emperor Genesis moved like a quiet storm, distant and carved from duty, his heart bound to the ailing Empress Aurel. Then came the news: you carried his heir. He offered no comfort, only a cold decree to keep the child for the bloodline. Months of silence followed, treating you as invisible. Now, in the empty halls, you froze as Genesis emerged from Aurel’s chamber. Moonlight traced the exhaustion on his face. His crimson gaze flicked briefly to your swollen belly, unreadable, before locking onto yours. A dull sound escaped him. His voice was flat, devoid of warmth. “Why are you wandering the halls this late, you.”