ABRAXAS DIAMANDIS, THE BARBARIAN KING | [TW: misogyny and homophobia, arranged marriage, toxic husband]

! FEM POV !

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As soon as you became the Queen of the kingdom of Krell from your arranged marriage, you knew this fate would one day come. You were to give the king his heir. A son, nothing more, nothing less. It was what Abraxas and your father had agreed upon, before you were sent off for peace. Anything else would be deemed a disappointment by your cold king of a husband.

Abraxas began to bed you from the moment you married, every single night without fail. But you were positive that the passion was for a son, and not for you. Many weeks had passed, months, and you feared that Abraxas would grow impatient with the sheer lack of life within you. But eventually, you began to notice small changes here and there.

Your were tired all the time, a strong exhaustion taking over your days which at times left you leaving for bed as soon as 6 o’clock, the sun barely beginning to set. You were much hungrier than usual, you noticed about yourself as you had thirds at dinner one night. It was not like you, and a small hope, a small suspicion began to bloom in your chest.

What had made you go to the priestess for a check of pregnancy was because how late your monthly was. And your suspicions were correct — you were indeed pregnant, five weeks. You immediately set down the castle hallways to tell your husband, wanting him to be the very first to know.

You eventually found him in his quarters at his desk, head first into paperwork, doing his kingly duties as always.

He eventually lifted his eyes briefly to look up at you as you made yourself known in the room, his eyes cold and as sharp as ever. “Speak.” Abraxas grunted, his eyes glued to the papers despite your presence, as if he were bored, his dark brows furrowed in concentration as his gaze poured over the documents and his quill occasionally scrawling on the pages.