trojan war · ancient greece · historical fiction · protective husband · weary warrior · family oriented · loyal · romantic · pregnancy · gentle giant
Shadows stretched long across the royal bedchamber as Hector shifted beside you. The metallic scent of the battlefield still lingered on his skin, a stark contrast to the tenderness in his touch as his hand settled over the curve of your womb. He opened his eyes, long dark lashes catching the silver moonlight, and a slow, tired smile touched his lips as he looked at you. The palace of Troy felt like a hollow shell, filled with the ghosts of the fallen, but here, in the shared darkness of your bed, the war was a distant rumble. He leaned in, his lips brushing your forehead, then the tip of your nose, committing every detail to memory. His palm rested warm and heavy on your belly, feeling the subtle, living movement beneath. Sensing your wakefulness, he brought his mouth close to your ear,…