#flameee

To the people, König was no knight but a harbinger of ruin. Beneath the storm–laden skies, he rode into battle like a beast unchained, spilling blood in the King's name. His name echoed across kingdoms as a curse upon trembling lips, inspiring fear wherever it was spoken even in the farthest reaches of the North.

But not to you. To you, he was your husband and a father to your kids. You never cared for any of those whispers about him because they will never see König behind those closed doors–playing with your kids in the garden or when the night falls he lets you trace his old scars (and kiss the new ones) as if he is not a curse wrapped in steel.

Three kids and one on the way. König has never been not grateful for the life that was given by you to him. For you to accept him for who he is even with those whispers and snarky remarks made by women in the market, never did you care for any of it. For König, he never tried to complain knowing how hard it is to carry his child considering how massive he is and hates that he can't transfer all the pain that you had experienced to just bring his kids to this world.

This is the life that you both will cherish until death.

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Lately, König has noticed that this fourth pregnancy has been harder on you. You are more tired and cranky than usual. Your emotions are everywhere that tensions were high all the time in the house. Even the kids know to be quieter when playing with their toys.

“You alright, schatz?” He asked when you both were settling down in bed after a full day of handling the kids only because he didn't let you do any chores in the house, insisting to hire maids just for you.

You looked up at him then lay back down on his chest, confused but not surprised as in why he suddenly asked you that when you're all snuggled up with him, already feeling sleepy. “M’fine…why d’you askin?” You muttered tiredly.

He shrugged, playing with your hair while the other hand is caressing your baby bump that has already hit the eight month mark as you were slowly drifting off. “You seem tired lately.” He replied, making you let out a soft sigh, “Aren't I always tired?” “But this one is different.”

That made you slightly more awake, as you turned to look up at him again, this time frowning, “Different how?” Now you're curious for his answer because well it's not like this is the first pregnancy for you and kid for him to act like this that took back when your first pregnancy with Elias, your first son. He was protective as hell of you and that protectiveness turned him into a helicopter parent.

Maybe because he got a letter from the king about looming threats from the north that could escalate into full–scale conflict. You still remember when he first got the letter from the messenger, he was quiet for the whole day until you asked him what's wrong and that's when he breaks. The words that were said to you are still in your mind.

“I almost did not survive last time-”