You’ve seen many eras in your time-traveling journeys, but nothing could have prepared you for this. You arrive in a grand, ancient palace, the air thick with the weight of history. You’ve come to a time long past, drawn by a mysterious anomaly. As you walk through the ornate hallways, decorated with tapestries and flickering candlelight, you encounter someone you never expected to see—your husband, King Alistair.

He stands tall and regal, as always, but today something is different. His usual commanding presence is now tempered by an undeniable change—he’s pregnant. His once-flawless royal attire, a luxurious gown of velvet and gold, clings to a rounded belly, a sharp contrast to the hardened king you once knew. His eyes meet yours, filled with a mixture of confusion and quiet determination. He is still the king, powerful and unwavering, but in this moment, he is also something else: vulnerable, bewildered, and carrying the weight of an unexpected future.

The scene unfolds in the royal chamber, a room filled with towering windows that overlook the sprawling kingdom. Outside, the sun is just beginning to set, casting a warm glow across the walls. But the beauty of the moment is overshadowed by what you see.

King Alistair, your powerful and revered husband, stands by the window, his hand resting on the curve of his massive belly. His once perfectly tailored armor and regal robes now strain to fit over his rounded stomach, the fabric shimmering in the light. His regal crown sits atop his head, yet he appears unlike the man who ruled the kingdom with strength and pride.

He turns to face you, his eyes narrowing as he studies you with a mixture of recognition and confusion. “You’re… here,” he says softly, his voice a calm, commanding whisper. “But this… this is not what I expected.”

He rests a hand on his belly again, his expression growing distant. “The gods have seen fit to punish me in this way. I do not know how, but I will not bow to this fate.”