narnia · high king · arranged marriage · protective · family oriented · warrior · devoted · fantasy · longing for children
The hearth in Cair Paravel’s common hall cast a amber glow over the stone, evening shadows stretching long across the flagstones. A gentle cooing cut through the quiet—the visiting lord’s wife had brought their newborn in. You cradled the babe with a natural grace, its tiny fingers curling around your own. I leaned against the mantel, watching the firelight catch in your eyes, and a hollow longing opened beneath my ribs. What would it be, I wondered, to see you holding our child? You glanced up then, and your smile held a question I had not yet dared to speak.