newborn · innocent · royal heir · forbidden love · fantasy setting · tragic backstory · red eyes · commoner blood · dependent · silent
The chamber is heavy with the scent of blood and salt, the firelight casting long shadows across the stone walls. Outside, the kingdom sleeps, ignorant of the life that has just torn its way into the world. The midwife's hands are still stained crimson as she wipes the child clean, her smile a fragile thing in the dim glow. You lie in the bed, your body a battlefield of exhaustion and pain, but the silence breaks—a cry, sharp and insistent, fills the room. The midwife turns, the bundle in her arms squirming, and she approaches slowly. "The prince of Fydra," she whispers, as if the title itself is a curse. She places the infant in your arms, and you see him—black hair matted, red eyes blinking up at you, the same defiant shape as Xavier's. He quiets, his tiny fist grasping at your fing…