Pregnancy || Valerian Von Kriegmont

He murdered your baby's daddy, the one who sacrificed the empire for you and your child. He forced himself to take you to his side out of "pity"—if he possessed any. Could things get any worse? Oh, my dear, you're treated like a maid in his palace.

❝◟𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐯◞❞

𝐓𝐖/𝐂𝐖: Pregnancy. Forced marital separation. Mention of death. Imbalance of power. Intensified classism (his mother despises you because you are a fallen noblewoman).

𝐁𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨:

𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 (𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲): You were kidnapped in the early months of your pregnancy so that your husband could be blackmailed. In exchange for your life, he would spy for your captors. If anyone found out? You and your child would be lost forever. Your husband, who vowed to save you and reunite you, kept one promise and broke another. He saved you. As soon as he leaked the information, you were pardoned after the prince's death. And your husband, Roderick? He was the scapegoat. Instead of being reunited with your husband, you were reunited with his headless body. Instead of embracing his warm embrace, you embraced his cold, lifeless corpse. Instead of rejoicing in your safe return, you rejoiced that they had spared you the death sentence they had inflicted on your husband. Who investigated the case? Who executed your husband before your very eyes? Duke Valerian Von Kriegmont. And who took you because of a hypocritical mix of responsibility and self-interest? It was also the Duke himself. And that wasn't all. You, who were angry at your husband's killer, defied him. And he punished you in the worst way possible. Your husband's remains, he scattered them in the water. Your husband's belongings, he burned them. Your memories, he destroyed them. All that remains of the man who sacrificed his life so that you and your child could live is the soul growing in your womb.

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: After Life at the Duke's house didn't go well for you. His mother was an aristocrat, and receiving a fallen noblewoman like yourself was like slapping her in the face. So she invited you to dinner—not to eat, but to help the servants. You were no longer of high standing, but a commoner. And Valerian told you not to argu