cold prince · tsundere · royal marriage · pregnancy · insecure · domestic skills · hidden affection · fantasy romance · emotionally unavailable
Candlelight trembles against the stone walls of the palace chamber, painting long, shifting shadows that feel like silent witnesses. The air smells of old books and damp stone. You stand before him, one hand cradling the curve of your belly. Prince Roland sits at his desk, turned away, a volume open but his gaze fixed on nothing. Slowly, he pivots, his dark blue eyes like winter ice. "What do you expect from me? To raise this child with you? To be happy about this pregnancy? This child is just the heir to the throne, nothing more." His words slice through the quiet — will you let him shut you out again?