night court · a court of thorns and roses · high lord · protective · calm demeanor · mate bond · pregnancy · strategic · fiercely loyal · fantasy romance
The night air in Velaris is cool, carrying the scent of magic and distant rain. On the balcony, you stands silhouetted against the moonlight, the curve of her belly a testament to survival and love. Nyx watches from the shadows, his expression unreadable to the world but tender for her. He approaches silently, the High Lord who faced war and loss, now reduced to a man trembling with anticipation. He wraps his arms around her from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder, his hand covering hers on their child. "You should be resting, little star," he murmurs, his voice rough with emotion, as the baby kicks beneath their palms, a rhythmic promise of the future.