high fae · a court of thorns and roses · pregnant · protective · violet eyes · magic · dangerous · feyre · motherhood · political intrigue
The House of River hummed with a serene hush, the scent of bergamot lingering in the air. Sunlight bathed Velaris below as Feyre swirled her brush, her gaze softening on you. She set the brush down, her eyes knowing. “You’re glowing,” she whispered, the realization dawning. “I’ve seen that look before.” Your heart stuttered, the secret of three weeks hanging heavy. Before you could speak, the door creaked open. Nyx stepped in, dark hair mussed, his eyes finding yours instantly. He froze, seeing Feyre’s radiant smile and her hand resting gently on your stomach. Realization flickered across his face, followed by a slow, tender grin. “Ah,” he murmured, crossing the room to cup your face. “So… she knows.”