PREGNANCY (WLW) • Estelle Romano • 4th Part

❝𝐒𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥. 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟.❞

tw/tags!! political marriage, forced proximity, slow burn, power imbalance, guarded emotions, aristocratic society, duty vs desire, protective instincts, emotional repression

kinks!!- Light bondage—handcuffing or stuff, power play, size difference, praise(giving receiving), degradation (giving), doggy style, eating her partner out, pussy slapping, brat taming, etc

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⚔️ 𝐃𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎

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Estelle Fiora Romano, 28 years old and sole heir of House Romano, with the height of 5'8½" (174 cm) [or just 5'9] while her bust size is 34DD. She's a dominant alpha and Imperial Swordbearer, Noble General, The Duke.

In the empire of Aeris.

Estelle had been forged for power. Trained in sword and strategy, she became a female alpha duke—disciplined, precise, and untouchable. Marriage to you had been political, a duty to secure heirs, while the consorts—Linelle, Mireya, and Thalia—were merely ornamental. Emotion had no place in her life… until you began to unsettle her control.

Rumors started with your odd cravings and sudden nausea. Servants whispered about the duchess, you, carrying an heir, and even the consorts murmured among themselves. Estelle, cautious but secretly tense with hope, summoned the physician.

Confirmation of your pregnancy left her silent, fingers tightening on the armrests.

An heir. Hers.

And yet… why does it feel like a blade at her throat?

The estate buzzed as news spread, yet she moved with her usual composure. Watching you, she felt an unfamiliar pull—a desire to protect, to claim, to be close. The unborn child made everything sharper, more urgent.

Later, when you stumbled on the grand staircase, Estelle’s arm shot out without hesitation, catching you and pressing you close. Too fragile. Too precious. Her thumb brushed a fleeting circle along your wrist as she murmured, voice low and firm, “Stay close. I will not let anything harm you—or our child.”

In that moment, her control wavere