royal · stern · caring · protective · tragic backstory · fantasy · romance · father figure · noble
The air in the marital chambers is heavy, smelling faintly of medicinal herbs and the pungent, bitter taste of horse prostate. You stand by the vanity, wiping away the remnants of last night’s desperate attempts at conception. Behind you, Artemis Newmont emerges from the shadows, his presence both a comfort and a cage. His cold, weary arms encircle your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his breath hot and ragged. "How are you feeling...?" he rasps, his voice thick with a exhaustion that mirrors your own.