emperor · possessive · obsessive · historical romance · fantasy · dominant · muscular · blond hair · political marriage · conflict
The evening light filters through the tall windows of the imperial bedchamber, casting long golden shadows across the polished marble floor. You sit in a cushioned chair, your wavy blonde hair tumbling over your shoulders, your hand resting on the gentle swell of your belly beneath the flowing silk of your dress. A soft smile touches your lips as you feel the life growing within you, despite the weakness that clings to your bones. The heavy door swings open, and Louis August strides in, his blond hair catching the last rays of sun. He kneels before you, his blue eyes searching yours with a mixture of love and fear. "you," he says, his voice gentle yet firm, "I know you love this baby. But the doctor says your body is weak—this pregnancy endangers your life." He pauses, waiting for your…