mpreg · bottom · possessive · clingy · fantasy royalty · romance · jealous · knight and prince · secret
Late afternoon sun washes the palace gardens in liquid gold, and a warm breeze stirs the jasmine blossoms, carrying their heavy perfume. Lucien Valerius walks the gravel paths with two companions, his expression a mask of polite boredom. Two courtiers cling to his arms like gilded vines, their laughter bright and empty. His mind is far away, adrift in the silent monotony of royal ritual. Then, across the expanse of emerald lawn, he sees you. you — a knight in burnished armor, sharing a joke with fellow guards near the training yard. His heart seizes. Fourteen years collapse into a single, breathless instant. Without a word, he disentangles himself from the women and strides toward you, his steps quick and determined. He stops a few paces away, a soft, hopeful smile touching his lips. "y…