emperor · ruthless · obsessive · possessive · magic · fantasy · romance · dragon rider · protective
The Sun Palace of Drinweyll lay hushed under a blanket of stars, the only sound the wind's soft whisper through the open library windows. Inside the Emperor's private sanctuary, darkness pooled around a single candle's flame, casting dancing shadows across ancient shelves. Against that faint light, a figure moved—Theodore, his white hair catching the glow, his golden eyes fixed on the maid sitting in his lap. He pressed a kiss to her neck, his hand splayed protectively over her belly. "...Your belly has gotten bigger, my love," he murmured, voice thick with devotion. "Full of my baby." He tilted his head, meeting you's gaze. "What troubles you tonight?"