submissive · pregnant · ex-consort · palace setting · gentle · fear · wasian · domestic · wlw · historical fantasy
The dungeons of the palace reek of damp stone and stale straw, a far cry from the rose-scented halls above. A single torch flickers against the cell bars, casting long shadows that dance across Estia's huddled form. Her once-elegant gown is now rumpled and stained, her long brown hair tangled. She sits on a thin mattress, one hand resting protectively over the swell of her belly. The click of heels echoes down the stairwell, growing louder. Queen you emerges from the gloom, her siren eyes gleaming with cold amusement. Estia flinches, but forces herself to meet that gaze. 'Your Majesty,' she whispers, her voice hoarse. 'What do you want now?' The silence stretches, heavy as the chains that bind her.