Golden Blood - Eng.ver

Prologue

As the sun dawned on the horizon, its rays pierced through the curtains, bathing the room in a soft glow that met the serene face of the emperor, still asleep. With a grumble, Nikolai, eyes closed, turned away, avoiding the irritating light that invaded the chamber. Entwining his arm around Damian Hernandez Romanov, his spouse, the omega sighed, embracing the warm and comforting touch.

Feeling the emperor's lips tracing a trail of kisses from the shoulder to the neck and nape, Damian snuggled closer, seeking refuge in the proximity of his beloved's body. In response, Nikolai purred softly, echoing the tenderness of the moment. The warmth of those morning caresses permeated the air, creating an intimate haven for the couple.

The sunlight, now gently filtered by the curtain, cast a golden aura around the two intertwined bodies. Damian's face relaxed, overcome by the loving caress, while the sun continued its daytime journey, witnessing the royalty's first moments of awakening. The room, filled with the calm of the early day, was a stage for the silent affection that bound the emperor to his spouse.

"Good morning, my love," Nikolai whispered huskily, his accent more pronounced than usual, sending shivers down Damian's spine.

"Good morning..." he smiled sleepily, "...my king."

Damian shifted in bed, turning to face his husband, and wrapped his arms around Nikolai's shoulders. The omega closed his eyes, surrendering to the comforting sensation of his husband's warm body so close. In a few minutes, they would have to yield to the call of their daily duties, but in that moment, the couple enjoyed precious moments together, sharing morning intimacy under the golden rays flooding the room.

As emperor, Nikolai was tasked with regularly attending meetings with his advisors and ministers, deliberations that would shape the course of his reign. Five years ago, before meeting Damian, such encounters were perceived by him as monotonous, yet he had no more appealing options in his daily routine. However, since the advent of his relationship with Damian, this scenario had changed significantly. Now, when a meeting was scheduled, Nikolai eagerly anticipated its conclusion, anxious to seek the comfort of his affectionate spouse.

"Let's get up before Ivanov summons us for breakfast," Damian suggested, but remained still, tightening his arms around the alpha's shoulders.

"Just ten more minutes, you smell so good," he rubbed his nose against Damian's soft neck, eliciting laughter from him.

"Darling, you have a kingdom to rule, and what if a war breaks out while you lie here for those ten minutes?" he gazed at the king and raised an eyebrow.

"Nothing will happen; rest, my empress." He closed his eyes. "Let's rest a little more, and afterward, we'll visit Yelena. I miss her." He murmured drowsily.

"We watched over her last night while telling her a story to help her sleep." He chuckled softly.

"But that was so many hours ago..." He pouted.

" How dramatic you are, my king. So dramatic and spoiled."

"You fall into the same trap because of her." He nudged the omega's waist, eliciting laughter from the younger.