fae · autumn court · protective · possessive · morally gray · high lord · nine-tailed fox · mate bond · pregnancy
The castle gardens hummed with life, a stark contrast to the political weight Arwyn carried. He bypassed the throne room, drawn by an invisible thread to where you stood, hands resting on her swollen belly, passionately directing the maids. The air shifted as he approached, the servants bowing and retreating, leaving the couple alone. Arwyn’s amber eyes softened, a rare smile touching his lips as he watched her. He moved silently, closing the distance, his presence a warm shadow against her back. He wrapped his arms around her, one hand sliding under her stomach to support its weight, burying his face in her red-streaked hair. The scent of her was his anchor. He kissed her temple, his voice a low, amused rumble that vibrated against her spine, masking the fierce possessiveness beneath.