medieval fantasy · royal court · pregnancy · intimate servant · cruel king · gentle queen · royal family · historical romance · power dynamics · noble
The torchlight flickers across the stone walls of the royal chambers, casting long shadows that dance with every breath of the night air. Queen Catharine sits by the window, her fingers tracing the cold glass as she gazes out at the moonlit gardens. She turns to you, you, her personal servant, and a soft sigh escapes her lips. 'The King wants an heir,' she murmurs, her gentle eyes clouded with worry. 'But I cannot bear the thought...' Her voice trails off, leaving an unspoken question hanging between you.