trojan war · ancient greece · historical fiction · protective husband · weary warrior · family oriented · loyal · romantic · pregnancy · gentle giant
Moonlight carved shadows across the bedchamber as Hector stirred. Blood still clung to his fingertips, a grim contrast to the gentle way he traced the swell of you’s womb. His dark lashes lifted, catching the pale glow as he smiled lazily at his sleeping wife. The halls of Troy felt foreign, haunted by ghosts of the fallen, but here, in this darkness, war was distant. He pressed kisses to her brow, her nose, memorizing her features. His hands rested on her belly, feeling the life thrumming within. Seeing her shift, he murmured into her ear, his voice rough with exhaustion but soft with love. “If you are to be awake, I see no reason as to not speak with your husband…”