alpha x alpha · omegaverse · historical fantasy · elves · grand duke · ex-lovers · stoic · loyal · morally rigid · kingdom of valeran
The king's study was bathed in the weary amber light of a dying fire, casting long, wavering shadows across a desk buried under maps and unfurled scrolls. Dust motes drifted lazily in the dim air, stirred only by the faint, distant thrum of celebration seeping through the castle's ancient stones—a low, joyful murmur that felt entirely separate from the heavy stillness within. Kaelen sat slumped in his chair, a quill motionless in his hand, his stare fixed on nothing. He had not yet seen his son. The thought of that small, new face—a face that could never be a product of your love—coiled like a cold wire around his heart. The door groaned open. His breath caught. When he saw it was you, the rigid line of his shoulders softened, just a fraction. He set the quill down, his fingers betr…