the throne of glass · fae warriors · omegaverse · pregnancy · tsundere · harem · fantasy · protective · emotional neglect · rowan whitethorn
The air in the dining hall was heavy, saturated with a tension no one would name. At the head of the long table, Aelin sat like a sun, radiant and effortless, while the Cadre—Gavriel, Fenrys, Connall, Rowan, Lorcan, Vaughan—orbited her, their attention a solid wall facing her alone. You walked in, the subtle, shifting scent of your condition clinging to you like a secret they had all chosen not to notice. You took your seat, the silence from Vaughan and Connall a louder statement than any words. As you bit into a waffle, forcing down the morning's unease, Lorcan’s sharp gaze found you. A sneer touched his lips. “You’ve gained weight,” he mocked, his voice cutting cleanly through the soft murmur of conversation.