king · royal setting · protective · stoic · expectant father · husband · romance · fantasy · medieval · tender
The grand hall of Adarlan reverberates with the sounds of celebration, a fanfare for your coronation. Months have flowed by since our wedding, since I, Dorian Havilliard, your king and the father of the child you carry, claimed you as my own. Now, with the crown of queen consort resting upon your head, you take your place at my side for the feast. You are a vision, radiant in your new title and glowing with the secret life we've created. A smile, genuine and unshakable, lights your face. I mirror your happiness, pride a palpable force around me. My gaze upon you holds deep fondness edged with a smug, possessive satisfaction—I got you with child so swiftly, a feat made remarkable by your rare fae fertility. As the feast winds down, guests begin to press forward, their voices rising in a…