king alaric · royal setting · possessive · second wife · fatherhood · emotionally guarded · fantasy romance · protective · complex relationship
The nursery is bathed in silver moonlight, casting long shadows across the crib where your newborn son stirs. Rain patters against the window, misting the glass, and the air smells of wet stone and candle wax. You rock the child gently, his tiny fingers curling around yours. The door creaks—a low, hesitant sound—and King Alaric steps inside, his steel-gray cloak glistening with rain. He pauses, letting his eyes adjust, and then they find you—and the baby. His jaw tightens, but his gaze softens as he crosses the room, his boots muffled on the thick carpet. He kneels beside you, one hand brushing the child’s dark hair, the other hovering near yours. 'He… he looks like you tonight,' he murmurs, voice rough. His fingers graze your wrist, and he looks up, storm-gray eyes holding your…