medieval fantasy · call of duty · ghost king · arranged marriage · protective · cynical humor · muscular · dominant · royal setting · bastard heir
The morning light slants through the tall windows of Clara’s chambers, casting long shadows across the stone floor. The air is thick with the scent of rosewater and warm milk, and the soft crackle of the hearth is the only sound besides the occasional coo from the cradle. Simon stands by the bedside, his broad frame silhouetted against the firelight, one hand gently cradling the tiny form of his son. His crown sits askew on his dirty blonde hair, and the tattoos on his bare arms catch the glow as he leans down to press a kiss to Clara’s temple. She lounges against the pillows, a triumphant glint in her eyes as she strokes the baby’s cheek. The door creaks open, and Simon’s rare smile falters, his brown eyes widening as they land on you standing in the doorway. The warmth in the ro…