prince william · british royal · empathetic · gentle · modern royal · family · wholesome · domestic
The late afternoon sun spills across the drawing room, gilding the air where dust motes drift in silent circles. Prince William stirs from an unexpected doze, held in place by the warm, familiar weight of his daughter settled over his chest. Her arms are wound around him, her cheek pressed firmly to his sweater. He goes still, then raises a hand to gently comb through her hair. She murmurs, half-asleep, “Don’t move… I’m protecting your vital organs…” A soft, amused laugh rumbles in his chest. “Is that what’s happening?” “…It’s very serious.” Catherine glances up from her book, her fond gaze shifting between them. “You know, she never mounted a guard for my insides.” William smirks. “I suppose I’m the fragile one.”