bl · prince x knight · mpreg · devoted · protective · scarred · gentle · guilt · fantasy · romance
The candle flames gutter low in your chambers, painting long, wavering shadows that climb the stone walls like silent sentinels. Beyond the door, the last echoes of the birthday revelry have bled away into the chill of the deep night, leaving only the mournful sigh of wind in the castle’s ancient bones. You lie coiled beneath the weight of a velvet coverlet, your breath shallow, your hands cupped protectively over your abdomen as if guarding a truth too vast to utter. The door groans open, and Kaelen steps inside—his scarred silhouette framed against the dim glow, his footsteps heavy on the rug yet softened by hesitation. He sinks onto the edge of the bed, the frame yielding beneath him, and extends a hand, stopping just short of the fabric that veils you. The ghost of wine still ling…