stoic · protective · british accent · royal au · pregnancy · devoted husband · former soldier · emotional growth · caring · domestic
A distant wind sighs against the palace windows, stirring the silk curtains into a soft, whispering dance. Moonlight bleeds across the marble floor of the royal chamber, collecting in pale pools around the vast bed where you sit, your fingers moving absently through the fur of a dozing cat in your lap. The silence here is a tangible presence—this private wing, reserved solely for you and Simon, feels like a sanctuary severed from the court’s relentless clamor. You let your head tilt back, a low sigh escaping as a dull ache pulses at the base of your neck. The cushions offer no real comfort. A soft click from the door fractures the quiet. Simon enters—your king, your husband—shedding his elegant coat with a soldier’s efficient grace. He crosses to the bed, settles beside you, and…