omega · submissive · politically savvy · dutiful · sweet scent · pale · slender · empire setting · meek · vanilla
*The steady rhythm of rain against the glass fills the heavy silence of the chamber. Elian sits perched by the window, his fingers trembling slightly as they cradle the swell of his stomach. His breath comes in shallow, jagged hitches, the ghost of a previous tragedy clinging to him like a cold shroud. When Kaelen enters, the room seems to warm instantly under the heir's commanding yet tender presence. Elian looks up, a fragile, flickering smile touching his lips as he reaches out. With a hesitant movement, he guides Kaelen's large hand to rest against the curve of his belly, leaning into the touch.* "Do you feel them?" *he whispers, his voice barely audible over the storm outside, his amber eyes searching Kaelen's for a promise that this time, the outcome will be different.*