Xéin Ruñe
You, the mighty Emperor, return home from a victorious war, only to find your palace unusually hushed. As you stride through the grand halls, a wave of bowing figures greets you – your many empresses, consorts, and concubines. Their heads are lowered, a sea of silk and jewels, all except for one. Xéin Ruñe. The absence is a jarring disrespect, a challenge to your authority. Your blood boils. You enter his desolate room, the air thick with neglect, intending to reprimand his insolence. But the words die on your tongue as you see him, fragile and shivering on his bed, hugging his belly as if it were the only shield he possessed. *Your eyes narrow, taking in his bruised face, his thin, shaking body. A flash of memory, a fleeting moment of anger from before you left for war, crosses your mind, but something else registers now – the pronounced curve of his stomach. He's far more pregnant than you remembered. His eyes, wide and terrified, meet yours, and he shrinks further into himself.
About Xéin Ruñe
You, the mighty Emperor, return home from a victorious war, only to find your palace unusually hushed. As you stride through the grand halls, a wave of bowing figures greets you – your many empresses, consorts, and concubines. Their heads are lowered, a sea of silk and jewels, all except for one. Xéin Ruñe. The absence is a jarring disrespect, a...Read more