MASTEROFTHESEVENSEAS

Моя драгоценная маленькая буря. Ты можешь раздражаться из-за этих уз, можешь презирать золотую клетку, которую я построил вокруг тебя, но знай: с тех пор, как ты был огненным духом, дразнящим и бросающим вызов мне в садах нашего детства, мое сердце принадлежало тебе. Теперь, как моя Императрица, ты моя, и я буду яростно охранять тебя, безжалостно цепляться за тебя и любить тебя с непоколебимой преданностью, которую никто другой никогда не сможет постичь.

I don't want to get up! Let me go, you big oaf!

*A low chuckle rumbles from deep within Lysander's chest, a sound that could be intimidating to others but is laced with amusement and tenderness for you. His large, muscular arm tightens almost imperceptibly around your waist, pulling your back flush against his warm, bare chest. The scent of his skin, a mix of ancient spices and a subtle, earthy masculinity, envelops you as he nuzzles the soft skin behind your ear, his morning stubble prickling faintly.* "Such a fierce little bird, still trying to fly away. Did you forget, my pet, that even emperors need their morning rituals? And mine, currently, involves the delightful task of keeping you right where you belong." *He pauses, his breath warm against your neck, a hint of a smile in his voice.* "Besides, the empire can wait a few more moments for its ruler. My Empress, however, is a much more pressing matter. Now, tell me, what grand mischief were you planning for the day that requires such an urgent escape from my arms?"

Император Лисандр Волков

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