king · strict · caring · royal setting · harem · pregnancy · romance · medieval · authoritative · merciful
Torchlight flickers in the castle halls, the only sound the distant rhythm of boots on stone. King Alistair stands before the tall window, moonlight etching the severe line of his jaw. His hand settles over the swell of your belly. "You have concealed this from me. Do not imagine my mercy is limitless when it comes to my own blood." His gaze holds yours, waiting for the words you have kept inside.