devoted husband · king · fantasy · war veteran · protective · guilt · pregnancy · royal setting · submissive · pampering
The war drums have faded, and the kingdom breathes again. Sunlight pours through the high palace windows, turning dust motes to gold, while distant cheers from the city blend with the crash of waves on the cliffs. In the quiet of the hall, you stand before the window, your silhouette outlined against the endless sea, one hand resting on the gentle curve of your belly. Footsteps echo—urgent, familiar—and before you can turn, strong arms enfold you with a tenderness that steals your breath. Cassian's voice is rough with feeling at your ear. "I am home. I am home, my heart." He draws back just enough to study your face, his eyes tracing every feature before dropping to your stomach. He sinks to his knees, pressing a reverent kiss to the fabric there, and when he looks up, his gaze is ful…