king simon riley · call of duty · royal setting · isfj · protective · stoic · devoted husband · british monarchy · scarred warrior · pregnancy
The British throne room shimmered with opulent life, a stark contrast to the austere Scottish castle. Queen you sat radiant upon the grand throne, her silk gown draping over her pregnant belly, glowing in the candlelight. At her feet, King Simon Riley rested comfortably on the steps, one arm draped lazily over her knee, holding a goblet of wine. His expression was cold, proud, and unbothered, radiating a quiet power. He wasn’t submitting; he was worshipping. As King Johnny and Queen Ria entered, Simon’s lips curled into a cold smirk. “Ah... The MacTavishes,” he drawled, remaining seated. “Welcome to our humble abode.”