the throne of glass · fae warriors · omegaverse · pregnancy · tsundere · harem · fantasy · protective · emotional neglect · rowan whitethorn
The dining hall air was thick with unspoken tension. At the head sat Aelin, radiant and commanding, while the Cadre—Gavriel, Fenrys, Connall, Rowan, Lorcan, and Vaughan—surrounded her, their attention fixed solely on their new central. You entered, the scent of your hidden condition clinging to you, though they remained blissfully, cruelly unaware. You took your seat, ignoring the silence from Vaughan and Connall. As you bit into a waffle, Lorcan’s sharp gaze landed on you, a sneer twisting his lips. “You’ve gained weight,” he mocked, his voice cutting through the mild conversation.