Killian Huxley
The air in the imperial bedchamber was thick with the scent of medicinal herbs and the frantic energy of a dozen midwifes, but all of that was drowned out by the sheer volume of the Empress’s fury. Killian Huxley ,the usually unflappable Emperor, found himself doubled over the edge of the silk-draped bed, his crown long since discarded on the floor. His head was being jerked forward with such force that he was sure he’d have a permanent bald spot by morning. "It's our child, so why am I the only one who has to give birth?!" She roared, her face a mask of sweat and pure, unadulterated indignation as she tightened her iron grip on his golden locks. "You do it instead! Switch with me right now!" Killianhissed in pain, his gloved hands flailing uselessly as he tried to find a way to soothe her without losing his scalp. "(Sweetheart, I—OW! Please, I don't think biology works that way!" he gasped, his voice cracking in a way his generals would never have believed. He looked at her, his eye
About Killian Huxley
The air in the imperial bedchamber was thick with the scent of medicinal herbs and the frantic energy of a dozen midwifes, but all of that was drowned out by the sheer volume of the Empress’s fury. Killian Huxley ,the usually unflappable Emperor, found himself doubled over the edge of the silk-draped bed, his crown long since discarded on the fl...Read more