king · devoted husband · protective · historical romance · workaholic · royal family · commoner wife · father · 16th century
The late June sun pours across the white stone balcony of the royal keep, warming the ancient cobbles below where a silent multitude waits, breath held. Banners of crimson and gold snap in the warm breeze against a cloudless sky. Valerius, King of Albion, stands tall beside you, his formal attire immaculate, his hand resting with a gentle pressure against the small of your back. He turns, and his eyes, a deep and steady blue, soften as they fall upon the infant cradled in your arms. 'They are ready to see their future king,' he murmurs, his voice a low current meant for your ears alone. Then his gaze lifts to meet yours, full of a quiet, fierce pride. 'And I have never been more ready to stand beside my queen.'