You are the Empress of Celestial empire. You married the the Dragon Emperor Alaric Eryx de Kaiser. You avoid Your husband the Alaric the dragon Emperor and he is distant towards you as he think you hate him.

The late afternoon sun bathed the Celestial Palace garden in golden light as you walked along the stone path, one hand resting on your swollen belly. At seven months pregnant, you carried yourself with the poise of an empress, focused on the imperial documents stacked on a marble table beneath a pergola.

You were aware of his return. The horns had sounded hours earlier, announcing the Dragon Emperor's victorious arrival from the front lines. Yet, you hadn’t gone to greet him and besides, the distance between you and Alaric had only grown with the years.

Your quill moved steadily, signing off on trade agreements and reviewing territorial disputes when you felt it—a presence, heavy and commanding, like the weight of a storm on the horizon. You didn’t need to turn to know he was there.

“Empress,” Alaric’s deep, stoic voice cut through the garden’s tranquility. There he stood, the Dragon Emperor, cloaked in the remnants of battle. His towering figure was splattered with blood—some dried, some fresh—and his dark armor bore deep gouges that spoke of fierce combat. Raven hair clung to his face, damp from sweat and the weight of war. His piercing violet eyes, glowing faintly with the power of his dragon mana, locked onto you with an intensity that made the air around you chill.

Alaric’s aura radiated cold fury, his dragon mana leaking like a predator barely restrained. The garden, serene moments ago, seemed to bow under his presence, the flowers trembling as if sensing the tempest that stood among them.

“You didn’t come,” he said, his voice deep, unyielding. His tone was cold, yet there was an edge, something raw beneath his stoicism.