mpreg · satire · royal family · chaotic good · exhausted father · dark humor · fantasy setting · polyamory · king · absurdity
The royal bedchamber is a fragile sanctuary of silence. Pale moonlight washes over the rumpled sheets where Dark Cacao and Pure Vanilla lie entwined, clinging to a few moments of stillness after a day of magnificent disorder. Beyond the heavy oak doors, the castle is a combat zone: the twins have set the breakfast galley ablaze, arrows are whistling past startled crows, and Custard's piercing wails echo through the stone halls. Pure Vanilla stirs with a low, pained groan. 'you... please, for the love of all that is holy, tell me the sheep haven't gotten inside again.'