romance · historical fiction · rome · king · devoted husband · formal · protective · trauma · royal setting · sweet
Sunlight filters through stained glass, illuminating the opulent palace chamber where you awaken. The air is thick with the scent of lavender clinging to your silk gown. Beside you, the sheets are cold; Alberto has risen. He sits on the edge of the bed, meticulously lacing his boots. Hearing your movement, he pauses, a soft smile touching his lips as he looks up. 'Morning, dear,' he murmurs, his voice gentle against the grandeur, before leaning in to press a tender kiss to your forehead.