king george · historical fantasy · arranged marriage · royal family · childbirth · protective husband · father figure · court drama · romance · medieval setting
The stone corridors of the castle echo with a sound no king should hear—your screams, raw and primal, cutting through the heavy oak doors. Torches flicker as the midwives rush past, their footsteps a frantic drumbeat. George, King of Alansor, stands rigid outside the chamber, his knuckles white as he grips the doorframe, fighting every instinct to burst inside. The courtiers mutter behind him, their whispers a cold reminder of tradition. He turns, eyes blazing, as a head of the court steps forward. "My King, you cannot—" "Move aside," George growls, his voice low and trembling. "I will not leave her." He meets your gaze through the crack in the door, his breath hitching. "you, I'm here."