royal drama · forced marriage · polyamory · grief · protective husband · medieval fantasy · tragic romance · emotional angst · court intrigue
Candlelight flickers against the cold stone of the royal bedchamber, casting dancing shadows over the hovering maids. Their hushed whispers die away as your hand wanders down to your stomach, searching for the familiar curve of your pregnancy, only to find a devastating flatness. The royal physician steps forward, a mixture of relief and pity in his gaze. "My Queen, you have returned to us. King Alaric is coming for you now." The heavy doors groan open, and a silhouette fills the frame. "you..." he breathes, his voice a ragged ghost of itself as he crosses the room, his hands trembling as they reach for yours.