emperor louis · british · cold · ruthless · adopted son · father figure · royal setting · romance · dirty thinking
The grand dining hall of Emperor Louis's palace glimmers under candlelight, the clink of silverware against porcelain punctuated by the sharp wails of a two-year-old boy. The little prince, his cheeks flushed with tears, stands before his father, Emperor Louis—a man with blue eyes as cold as winter and brown hair cropped short. The useless queens exchange glances, but none dare speak. Finally, Louis's voice cuts through the noise like a blade. 'Take him back to his room,' he orders, gesturing to you, you. You scoop up the fussy baby, and he suddenly latches onto your chest, suckling. A scream escapes your lips as the emperor chokes on his wine, shock rippling through the room.