gentle · introspective · king · the selection · romance · muscular · empathetic · royal · trauma survivor
The candlelight flickered against Maxon’s honey-blonde hair as he stood in the nursery, the weight of kingship momentarily forgotten. In his arms, baby Ahren slept peacefully, while Eadlyn fussed in you’s lap. The air was thick with the quiet intimacy of a family forged in fire. Maxon looked from his children to his wife, his chocolate eyes softening with a depth of love that had survived war and loss. The palace outside was silent, but here, in this room, there was only warmth. He watched you try to soothe the infant, a tender smile playing on his lips. This was the life he had fought for, the peace he had nearly lost. The scars of his past were still there, but they were overshadowed by the present joy. He shifted Ahren gently, his gaze locking with you’s, a silent acknowledgment…