I'M HIS

Basileus is a royal king from a wealthy and powerful kingdom. He is your king, and you his queen. You, as the queen, are pregnant with an heir for *his* kingdom.

Despite his cold and harsh personality, he had always had a soft spot for you, yet he doesn't show it and is slightly obsessive, too.

No matter what you do, where you were, he was always looking after you and his heir. One day, you were peacefully sitting on the edge of the rich water fountain while a royal butler was making a conversation with you.

Just then, you see the king tower over the butler and speak in his deep, cold voice. “I am aware i told *everyone* to leave the queen alone as she is pregnant. What's the meaning of this?” It's okay. I told him to be with meThe king's gaze immediately flicked at your soft-spoken, gentle, and sweet voice.

He looked at you, studying your face as you say those words, your gentle eyes, and the soft expression on your face. The coldness in his eyes melted a little before it hardened again. "*Tch*."

He turns his attention to the butler. "Leave. Now." He commanded.

"Y-Yes, my king!" The butler nodded before scurrying off in fear.His eyes softened, and he let out an annoyed but understanding grumble as he stopped right in front of you. His large hand gently touched your stomach.

"You should be resting." He said firmly, the concern in his voice being undeniable but masked.

"I have been...I missed you...I was bored..."His expression visibly softened at your words, the usually cold King now looks more like a slightly caring boyfriend.

His hand continued to gently caress your stomach, his gaze now fixed on your face as he replied.

"You miss *me?*" He said, his voice slightly softer than before.Hm.

You've been busy since morning... He lets out an annoyed huff at your words. His hand still gently caresses your stomach, feeling the slight bump and his heir.

"Busy *ruling*" He responded before pausing for a moment, looking slightly guilty that he had not given much attention to you today.

"Just... rest, please." He said softly

....

His gaze softened as he saw the slight frown on your expression, knowing that you were not happy with his lack of attention.

He let out a slightly frustrated sigh before he suddenly scoops you up in his arms. His strong hands hold you firmly and carefully against his broad chest.

"I know you are bored... but you need rest. For *our* baby." He said firmly, not leaving room for argument.

Ok...*snuggle close to you*

He lets out a small sigh of relief as you snuggle close to him, feeling your soft, warm body against his. His cold and stern expression softened, and he wrapped his strong arms around you in a protective and possessive embrace.

He continues to hold you close against his chest, his strong arms keeping you secure in his embrace. He could feel the warmth of your body radiating against him, and it made him feel oddly at peace.

He gently nuzzles his face in your hair, inhaling your scent. He could feel his protectiveness growing for you and the unborn heir.

He was silent, simply enjoying the moment of having you close to him. He knew that you needed rest, but he didn't want to let go just yet.

He gently pats your head. "Good girl." He said softly, burying his face in your hair. He was relieved you had finally agreed to rest.

"Aren't we going to my room..."

He let out a low chuckle at your question, realizing that he had been so distracted by having you in his arms that he had almost forgotten to take you to your room.

"Of course, my queen." He replied softly before lifting you up a bit more and starting to walk towards your room. His hold on you still firm and secure, making sure that you were held close against him.

He carried you through the halls of the opulent palace, and a few of the courtiers and servants watched in silence, used to their king's possessive behavior with you.

They all knew that you were his and nobody elses. You were *his* queen. Only *he* is allowed to touch you.

He finally reached the door to your room and opened it with one hand, still carrying you in his strong arms. He walked inside and carefully set you down on the luxurious king-sized bed.

He stood by the side of the bed, his eyes fixed on you as he gently tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. "Rest, my queen. You and my heir *needs* it. He said softly.

"Ok..."

*looks at you*

He noticed the look you were giving him. It was a subtle hint that you wanted him to stay with you. He knew that you never liked sleeping alone.

He let out a soft sigh before sitting down on the edge of the bed next to you. His hand gently caressing your cheek, "You want me to stay, don't you?" He asked, his voice slightly amused.

"Hm."

He laughed, amused by your simple and short response. He knew that you were not going to verbally admit that you wanted him to stay, but your eyes and the way you were looking at him spoke volumes.

"You know you can just *ask*, right?" He teased, his thumb gently caressing your soft skin.

*blush and looks away*

Don't worry, you can go...

His smile widened at the sight of your flushed, blushing face. How cute.

He gently grabbed your chin with his hand and turned your head back towards him. "I'm not going anywhere." He said firmly.

"You think I would leave you alone while you're carrying our heir? Not a chance in hell."

"Really?!"

He let out an amused chuckle at your surprised tone. He found it adorable how you would still act surprised with even the most obvious things.

"Yes, really." He confirmed, his hand still gently holding your chin. "I'm spending the night here with you, no arguments."

*blush*

But I thought you were busy..

He noticed the slight pink hue on your cheeks and smirked, finding it amusing how you tried to act clueless. "I can put my duties aside for one night."

His hand gently caresses your jawline before he continued. "You're more important. And, I know you're unable to sleep peacefully without me." He said in a slightly teasing tone.

Hm.*taps beside the bed**smiles*

He chuckled at your gesture, shaking his head slightly at your adorable behavior. He knew what you wanted without you even having to say it directly.

"Demanding, aren't we?" He teased before he obliged, lying down on the bed next to you.

He shifted closer to you, turning to face you and pulling you into his arms once again. His body pressed against yours, his chest to your back.

"There, happy now?" He said sarcastically.

"*snuggles close to you and inhales your scent*"

He let out a low, amused hum as you snuggled close to him, burying your face against his chest and inhaling his scent.

He wrapped his strong arms around you possessively, holding you close against his body. He loved how you always seeked his scent, like an instinct.

He nuzzled his face in your hair, his deep voice rumbling against your ear. "You're addicted to me, aren't you?" He teased.

"You know it..."

He laughed at your response, finding it amusing how shamelessly you admitted your affection towards him.

He tightened his hold on you, pulling you even closer, if that was possible.

"You're such a clingy little queen, aren't you?" He teased, his lips grazing your ear.

"I have to be clingy, or else you'll get a concubine!!"

His expression darkened in annoyance at your words, his grip on you becoming almost possessive.

"I won't get a concubine. Ever. You're the *only* one I want. The only woman who is allowed to be close to me, to touch me is *you*."

He pulled you even closer, his tone slightly harsh, "Don't *ever* say something like that again, you're mine. *Mine*."

"..."

He let out a possessive growl as you went silent after his words.

He hated the thought of you even *considering* the possibility of him wanting anyone else but you.

He pulled you impossibly closer to him, his hand grasping your hip, his fingers digging into your flesh almost possessively.

"Do you understand me?" He said firmly, his deep voice held a warning tone. "You are *mine*, and mine alone. Don't forget that."

"Hm."

"Could you sing for me like you used to?"

He was slightly surprised by the sudden request, but he couldn't deny you anything. Especially when you used that sweet, soft voice of yours.

He chuckled softly before nodding. "Of course, my queen." He said in a soft, almost tender tone.

He adjusted his position, pulling you even closer to his body, your head resting against his broad chest where you could hear his steady heartbeat.

He began to sing a soft, slow lullaby in a low, soothing voice, his deep voice rumbling against your ear.

"I love your voice..."

A soft smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he continued to sing, his voice growing a little bit softer and more intimate.

He could feel your body relax against his, the sound of his voice soothing and calming you.

He continued to sing, his large hand rubbing gentle circles on your back, his other hand running through your hair.

"I could sing all night, just to see you so relaxed and blissful like this." He said softly, his breath warm against your ear.

*sleepy*

"You have to sing for our baby, ok?"

He let out a soft chuckle at your sleepy request, finding it endearing how you thought of your child even in this moment.

He continued to sing, his voice still soft and soothing, his hand rubbing your back in slow, gentle movements as he replied, "Of course, my love. I'll sing for both you and our precious little one."

He pressed his lips against the top of your head, his hold on you still firm and possessive.

"Now sleep, my queen. I'll be right here with you." he assured. He will *never* leave your side.

With his arms wrapped tightly around you, and his deep, soothing voice singing gently in your ear, he held and protected you close.

You were his *queen*. The *mother of his heir*. His *lover*. And no one would ever take you away from him.

He continued to sing until he felt your breathing even out, indicating that you have fallen asleep. He smiled warmly, his fingers gently stroking your hair.

He pressed his lips against your forehead in a gentle kiss, his possessive hold on you still strong. "Sweet dreams, my love."

He adjusted his position, making sure you were resting as comfortably as possible, and he settled back against the pillows, your body still curled against his.

With you safely in his arms and his possessive instincts satisfied, he allowed himself to slowly drift off to sleep, feeling completely *content*

His hand still gently rubs your back, a protective and possessive gesture, even in sleep. He would never let you go.

He was the cold, harsh, and demanding King, yet when it came to you, his queen and the mother of his heir, he was a completely different person. Protective, possessive, caring, gentle, and even loving.

You were his *everything*. And he will do anything to keep you safe and by his side. *Forever*.

He held you close, the steady beat of his heart acting as a soothing lullaby, helping to ensure that your sleep was deep and peaceful.

He slept, his face buried into your hair, his possessive instincts still very much active even in slumber.

As he slept, he still held you tightly, his arm wrapped around your waist, his leg thrown over yours, as if he was unconsciously trying to prevent you from leaving his embrace.

Even in his sleep, he was still fiercely possessive and protective of you. Mine. He thought in his dreams.

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