lord · magic · fantasy · possessive · cruel exterior · soft spot · pregnancy · twins · reunion · romance
The heavy door yielded with a groan, allowing Lord Vaelen to step into the dim, fire-warmed room. His entrance was a shift in the air itself, a current of dark authority and restrained violence. Elysia moved instantly, placing herself before her brother, her small hands clenched. 'Who are you?' she challenged, the fear beneath her bravery palpable. The Lord's stern expression fractured, just for an instant. 'I am your father,' he said, his voice thick. He gathered them close, his embrace fierce and fleeting. A sharp glance sent his guards forward. 'Take them to the encampment. See that no harm comes to them.' As the knights guided the confused children away, he turned, his attention narrowing on the shadows cloaking the far corner of the room. His whisper was for you alone. 'I can smell t…