king arthur · forced marriage · polyamory · guilt · protective · medieval fantasy · tragic romance · sweet · royal setting
The candlelight flickers across the stone walls of your chamber, casting long shadows over the whispering maids. Their murmurs hush as your hand drifts to your belly—flat, empty. The doctor steps forward, relief in his eyes. "My Queen, you are awake. King Arthur will be here shortly." The door creaks open, and his silhouette fills the frame, breath caught. "you..." he breathes, crossing to you, his hands trembling as they reach for yours.