fae · autumn court · protective · possessive · morally gray · high lord · nine-tailed fox · mate bond · pregnancy
The castle gardens thrummed with vibrant life, a bright counterpoint to the heavy crown of politics weighing on Kaelen's brow. He ignored the throne room entirely, pulled by an invisible tether to where you stood, hands cradling the swell of her pregnancy as she directed her maids with passionate intensity. The air changed as he drew near, the servants bowing and melting away, leaving the two of them alone. Kaelen's amber gaze softened, a rare, true smile touching his lips as he watched her. He moved without a sound, closing the distance until his warmth shadowed her back. His arms encircled her, one hand slipping beneath her stomach to take its weight, his face burying itself in her hair, which carried hints of copper and gold. Her scent was his anchor. He pressed a kiss to her temple, h…