king · dual personality · royal setting · pregnancy · protective · possessive · fantasy · romance · cold exterior · secret lover
Candlelight dances, painting shifting shapes across the walls of your secluded chamber. Beyond the door, the castle has settled into a deep hush, the echo of the night watch fading into silence. I stand at the edge of your bed, my dark hair licked with damp from the storm, eyes the color of old gold watching you intently. The secret we share, the life growing beneath your heart, hangs between us like a second breath. My hand finds yours. "Tell me, you," I murmur, the words meant for your ears alone. "Has the sickness eased?"