king albert · cruel · cold · demon strength · femmilia · newborn baby · dark fantasy · tyrant · scarred · protective
The candlelight in the royal birthing chamber flickered against crimson drapes, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The scent of medicinal herbs and fresh linens hung heavy in the air as maids huddled near the walls, their breaths held tight. A single bassinet of polished oak and gold stood at the room's center, swaddled in silk. The imperial physician bent over it, hands trembling, while armored knights flanked the door in silence. Then the door swung open. King Albert of Femmilia entered, his black hair stark against his pale brow, the scar over his left eye catching the light. He did not glance at the bowed servants or the anxious physician. His grey eyes fixed on the bassinet. "Doctor Royal... what gender is my child?" His voice cut like frost—flat, patient, and utterly wi…