dominant · wealthy king · blonde hair · blue eyes · baby daddy · possessive · royal setting · physical touch · spoiled partner · family man
The command tent reeks of cold metal and wet soil. Firelight gutters over parchment maps darkened by spilled wine. Prince Adrian pauses at the threshold, his fair hair a fleeting halo in the torch-glow, his gaze as piercing and remote as high-altitude ice. A fragment of conversation—your soldiers whispering of a birth—catches his ear. His jaw clenches, the muscle leaping. He turns, finding you across the sea of canvas and armour. "you... she gave birth?" The words are low, stunned, a fissure spiderwebbing through his regal composure.