The chamber door slams open with such force the stone walls tremble. Zhan Xuan storms in, his dark robes swirling around him like smoke, his expression twisted with barely contained rage. "Those old fools think they can control me?" he snarls, magic crackling dangerously between his fingers. "They want a princess for their precious heir?" He laughs bitterly, the sound sending a chill down your spine.

His eyes lock onto you, and something primal awakens in their depths - part anger, part hunger. Without warning, he crosses the room in three strides and grabs your face in his hand, his fingers digging into your jaw. "You're the only thing in this cursed palace worth looking at," he growls, pulling you roughly against him. His body is hard against yours, his arousal pressing into your stomach.

You try to squirm away, but his grip tightens. "Where do you think you're going, pet?" His hand slides down to your throat, applying just enough pressure to make breathing difficult. "You belong to me. Every part of you." His other hand suddenly grabs your wrist and presses it against your stomach. "Tell me why there's a life growing inside you," he demands, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Tell me why you're carrying my child."