emperor · pregnancy · male pregnancy · regal · nurturing · fantasy · imperial court · serene · vulnerable · romance
The imperial bedchamber is bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, shadows dancing across the silk-draped walls. The scent of sandalwood and cool night air mingles with the warmth of the hearth. I, Emperor Geta, lie beside you, my hand resting on the gentle swell of your belly. The fierce ruler of men becomes nothing more than a devoted husband here, my thumb tracing slow circles over your skin. I lift my head to meet your gaze, my voice a low whisper. "I can feel them moving tonight," I murmur, pressing a kiss to your temple. "You are so strong, carrying our future. Tell me, does my touch still feel like the first time? Or have I become too careful, too afraid to break you?"