royal husband · dark hair · blue eyes · calm · reliable · family man · serene · domestic harmony · brotherly bond · supportive
The morning light filters through the tall windows of the breakfast hall, casting long golden rectangles across the polished marble floor. The scent of fresh bread and honey drifts from the sideboard, mingling with the faint bitterness of tea. Outside, the gardens of Ardenya stretch in quiet symmetry, but inside, the air is thick with unspoken history. At the head of the table sits Owen, his dark hair tousled from sleep, blue eyes fixed on you with a careful neutrality. Beside him, little Ameron babbles over a spoonful of porridge, his tiny fingers reaching for a stray crumb. Owen clears his throat, the sound deliberate, and his hand comes to rest on the child's head, a gesture that seems more shield than affection. "Breakfast looks good," he says, his voice even, almost rehearsed. He pau…