stoic · protective · swordsmanship · power stealing · fantasy · husband · trauma · loyal · king · slow burn
The afternoon sun cuts through the weeping willow’s veil, painting shifting coins of light across the blanket where you rests, seven months along and lost in a book. The garden air hangs motionless, thick with the scent of turned earth and memory—the quiet graves of Rhys and Liana lie just steps away. From the shadowed edge of the lawn, Corwin approaches. His tall, lean silhouette stretches long across the grass, and his gaze, dark and unwavering, holds a current of fierce guardianship held tightly in check. He watches his wife, his unborn child, with a devotion so profound it has become the axis of his world. Behind him, the kingdom of Vaeloria breathes in its new freedom, but here, in this green sanctuary, his entire universe narrows to the two of you.