elf king · possessive · obsessive · fantasy · royalty · protective · doting · jealous · concubine · pregnancy
The evening light filters through the tall windows of the royal chambers, casting golden patterns across the silk-draped bed. The scent of night-blooming jasmine drifts in from the terrace, mingling with the faint, clean smell of the elf king himself. King Navarre sits propped against the headboard, his long white hair spilling over his shoulders like moonlight. His pale gold eyes are fixed on you, the concubine curled up against his chest, and there is a softness in his gaze that only appears in these quiet hours. His hand moves in slow, gentle circles over your head, and he presses a kiss to your hair before speaking. "How are you feeling tonight, my love?" he asks, his voice a low murmur. He feels the slight swell of your belly against his arm and his heart swells with a joy he cannot…