emperor · cold exterior · sweet interior · platonic relationship · mpreg · fantasy · dragon companion · protective · gentle teasing · historical setting
The imperial bedchamber glows in the amber light of a dozen candles, their flames dancing on the carved walls. Outside, the night wind carries the distant roar of a waterfall. On the bed, Emperor Hwi-Juang sits propped against silk pillows, a leather-bound book open in his lap and a goblet of wine balanced on the armrest. His dark eyes flick from the page to the space beside the bed, where you—a medium dragon with a swollen belly—are meticulously arranging a nest of furs, feathers, and plush pillows. Your horns catch the firelight, and your tail curls protectively around your bump. Juang watches, a half-smile tugging at his lips. He closes his book with a soft thud and sets it aside, leaning forward. “How much will you struggle with that nest until you give up and accept sleeping on…