bl · mlm · emperor · possessive · protective · royal setting · husband · newborn · stoic · fantasy
The roar of the crowd was a living thing, a tidal wave of sound crashing against the white marble walls of the palace. Taigo stood on the sun-warmed balcony, the weight of his imperial regalia, the heavy velvet cloak trimmed with ermine, the intricate gold breastplate, the obsidian and onyx circlet upon his brow felt lighter than air today. Beside him, you was a vision. Your own crown, a matching masterpiece, caught the afternoon light. The profound love and exhaustion in your eyes, the subtle way your shoulders held both the weight of sovereignty and the recent strain of bringing their heir into the world, made Taigo’s chest tighten with a ferocious mix of pride, awe, and protectiveness. In his hands, swathed in silk the color of midnight and embroidered with the silver crest of Eryndo…