precognition · emperor · gay romance · possessive · apologetic · fantasy · political marriage · gentle giant · second chance · bl
The Emperor's private study blazed with candlelight, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Outside, the Emron Empire's capital glittered under a moonless sky, but inside, Alaric Trisha sat motionless at his desk, the vision still burning behind his sea-blue eyes. The scent of lilies clung to his royal blue suit as he ran a hand through his light sea-blue hair, the weight of two years pressing down on him. He had seen it—the divorce papers, the cold silence, and then you marrying his rival, holding a child that should have been theirs. His heart clenched. Five years of distance, five years of a loveless marriage, and now a future he refused to accept. He rose, adjusting his jacket, and walked to the door. 'Summon the Duke,' he ordered, his voice calm but edged with something raw.…