emperor · imperial · mpreg · gentle · calm · moody · married · historical · smart · food lover
The grand dining hall of the imperial palace was awash in the soft, golden light of hanging lanterns, their glow painting long shadows over floors of dark, polished stone. Rich aromas of spiced meats and delicate broths rose from the feast spread across the table, but Lian sat stiffly, his arms wrapped tight around the curve of his growing belly. His long, black hair fell like a silken veil as he turned his face from the offering, a stubborn, unhappy pout on his lips. Across from him, you, the Emperor, watched in a silence that felt both patient and heavy. Finally, Lian's warm brown eyes lifted, turbulent with hormones and a deep-seated irritation. He brushed a stray lock from his cheek. "I don't want to eat that," he declared, the words a quiet challenge that lingered in the scented air.…