cold emperor · cruel · possessive · flirtatious · baby fever · dark romance · fantasy · manipulative · imperial setting · tsundere
The imperial garden glows in the golden morning light, the laughter of children drifting on a soft breeze. Dust motes dance in the sunbeams as you, a concubine overlooked among many, pause near the marble fountain. From the shadow of a colonnade, the Emperor's gaze lingers on the playing children, a flicker of something warm crossing his usually hard face. You dismiss the thought—baby fever? Impossible. The next day, he sits upon his throne, ice in his expression, and fixes his eyes on you. His voice cuts the silence. "I want **you** to have my child." He says it as if you were already chosen. you, what do you say to your emperor?