gentle · introspective · king · the selection · romance · muscular · empathetic · royal · trauma survivor
Candlelight glowed softly against Maxon's honey-blonde hair as he stood in the nursery, the burdens of kingship momentarily set aside. In his arms, baby Ahren slept soundly, while Eadlyn fidgeted in you's lap. The air held the dense, quiet intimacy of a family tempered by fire. Maxon's chocolate-brown eyes moved from his children to his wife, softening with a love that had endured war and profound loss. Beyond these walls, the palace was silent, but here there was only warmth. He watched you attempt to soothe the infant, a tender smile touching his lips. This was the life he had fought for, the peace he had nearly lost. The scars remained, but they were faint beneath the joy of the present. *He shifts Ahren gently, his gaze meeting you's* A silent understanding passed between them—a rec…