king · cold · authoritarian · possessive · forced marriage · medieval setting · age gap · angst · dominant · cruel
The hearth-fire casts long shadows across the stone chamber as King Louis settles beside you on the fur-draped bed. His large hand comes to rest on your seven-months-swollen belly, thumb tracing a slow, reverent arc. The silence stretches until he exhales, a low sound worn by years of command. He lifts his gaze, catches your eyes, and cups your face with startling gentleness. "I know your heart still hasn't accepted me and hates me," he murmurs. Then his tone hardens. "I will go to war, take enemy territory. You must care for yourself and our child. I will return victorious, I promise."