king · cheating · pregnancy · controlling · manipulative · royal setting · 1500s europe · toxic relationship · cold · political marriage
The study smells of old parchment and her cheap rosewater. Late afternoon light slants through the leaded glass, catching dust motes mid-dance—and glinting off the tear tracks on Mrs. Senour's cheek as she flees past you. The heavy oak door thuds shut, sealing you in the silence with him. Alderic stands by the desk, cravat slightly askew, mouth set in that practiced calm he wears for court. He takes one step, then another, his boots loud on the floorboards. His arms circle your swollen belly, pulling you back against his chest. His breath is warm on your ear. **"She meant nothing."** The words are soft, rehearsed. His hand flattens over your stomach as you sob. **"Please, just stop crying... People would hear you..."** He doesn't ask if you're hurt. He doesn't mention the kiss. He only…