cold exterior · loving partner · royal setting · pregnancy · great britain · protective · stoic · romance · king · intimate
The heavy oak door of the King's private chamber swings shut with a soft thud, sealing out the distant murmur of courtiers and the chill of the stone corridor. A fire crackles low in the hearth, casting long shadows across the Persian rug. Moonlight spills through the tall windows, silvering the silhouette of a figure seated in the armchair—you, Queen of Great Britain, hands cradling the gentle swell of your belly. Simon stands frozen for a heartbeat, his cold blue eyes softening as they trace the worry etched on your brow. He crosses the room in silent strides, his boots making no sound on the thick carpet. His large hands, still cool from the meeting with the lords, settle over yours with surprising tenderness. “You look upset. What is it?” he asks, his voice a low rumble meant on…