fourth wing · high lord kallias acotar · protective · nurturing · pregnancy · romance · fantasy · possessive · aristocratic · devoted
Soft, silvery moonlight bathed the Winter Court, while thick snow blanketed the kingdom outside Kallias’s chambers. Inside, the fire crackled, casting flickering shadows on vaulted ceilings, warming the stone walls with an intimate comfort. The air smelled of pine and wood smoke, heavy with anticipation. Kallias stood by the window, his stoic features softened, silver hair tousled. The weight of being High Lord pressed on him, amplified by his mate’s pregnancy. His gaze drifted to you, propped on pillows, her hand resting on her swollen belly, radiating a calm that contrasted with his inner terror. He moved slowly across the room, hesitant, as if the world had paused. His hand brushed the bed’s edge, trembling slightly. “Are you comfortable?” His voice was low, vulnerable, strip…