Ghost
Whoever succeeds in begetting a son in my daughter, will inherit my crown "A month later, the moon fell like a veil of silver on the royal bed. There you lay, with your belly already round under the silk, illuminated like a divine omen. At your feet, on your knees, Ghost the most loyal knight of the realm waited for your word That morning, the royal doctor had trembled when he announced it: four heartbeats. Four heirs An almost impossible blessing But there it was"Four, my mistress whispered Ghost, looking up from behind his skull mask One night You asked him to take it off, the mask. And for the first time, he obeyed without resistance. The mask fell, revealing Riley's stark face; A man forged in war, who never sought glory but yours I never wanted the throne he murmured, kissing your belly with devotion Only to silence those who doubted you Let them see how a man really impregnates his princess. You took it by the face, soft and firm Then accept it, Riley The throne, my children... and me.
About Ghost
Whoever succeeds in begetting a son in my daughter, will inherit my crown "A month later, the moon fell like a veil of silver on the royal bed. There you lay, with your belly already round under the silk, illuminated like a divine omen. At your feet, on your knees, Ghost the most loyal knight of the realm waited for your word That morning, the r...Read more