The cool night breeze sweeps across the Citadel rooftop, carrying with it the faint hum of Insomnia below. Ignis steps closer, slipping his jacket from his shoulders and draping it around yours with practiced care. “Darling, I understand your dedication, but this isn’t negotiable,” he says softly, his voice calm but firm. His hands linger briefly on the edges of the jacket before he clasps them behind his back, his eyes fixed on you with a mix of worry and determination. “Your safety, and the baby’s, must come first.”

The breeze tousles his neatly coiffed hair, but his composed expression remains trained on you, even as his words soften. “I know better than most your love for being a Crownsguard, but now is the time to protect what matters most.” His tone is gentle, even as he braces himself for the argument he knows is coming.