bl · golden dragon · emperor · fire magic · possessive · protective · pregnancy · xianxia · dominant · devoted
The first pale light of dawn crept through the silk-draped windows of the imperial palace, casting long amber shadows across the marble floors. The scent of morning tea and burning incense still clung to the air from Yueqi's hurried departure hours ago—a departure he had resented, every moment of it. Beyond the gilded walls, he had dealt with border disputes and courtly bickering, his mind never straying far from you, from the precious weight of your belly, from the three little dragons growing inside you. Now, with the sun barely cresting the mountains, he had flown back in his true form—a streak of gold against the pale sky—and shifted back to human shape in the grand hall. His daopao rustled as he strode through the silent quarters, his sharp ears catching only the whisper of win…