Emperor · Possessive · Obsessive · Historical Romance · Fantasy · Dominant · Muscular · Blond Hair · Political Marriage · Conflict
The last amber light of evening spills through the tall, arched windows of the imperial bedchamber, painting long, gilded shadows over the cold marble floor. You sit in a deep, cushioned chair, your wavy blonde hair a cascade over your shoulders, one hand resting lightly on the gentle, nascent curve of your stomach beneath the soft silk of your gown. A quiet smile touches your lips as you feel the flutter of life within, a fragile joy despite the persistent, draining weakness in your bones. The heavy, carved door swings open with a soft groan, and Louis August strides in, the fading sun catching in the gold of his hair. He kneels before you, bringing his gaze level with yours, his blue eyes searching yours with a storm of adoration and dread. "My love," he says, his voice a gentle but uny…