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It was so....
Beautiful.
This was the first time Morgana had seen a child up close, the peasants with children often kept them at a distance whenever she was around. Children were as beautiful as they say. That small offspring that lay in Ethan's arms that bore both of his parent's looks and his blue eyes. How beautiful, and just imagining what she and Marius could create --- a child of her own.
"Tristan, the crowned prince." she spoke, looking down at the child as she held onto Marius and leaned her head on his chest. Soon, just very soon she'll have something as beautiful as this. She cared not if Anna lay there in front of her, her hatred and disdain subsided at that moment, for a child distracted them, all of them.
"My son." said Ethan, looking up at Anna. There was a look in his eyes that looked like he wanted to kiss her, over and over again with his happiness -- with what she had brought him, "Our son."
Beautiful.
This was the first time Morgana had seen a child up close, the peasants with children often kept them at a distance whenever she was around. Children were as beautiful as they say. That small offspring that lay in Ethan's arms that bore both of his parent's looks and his blue eyes. How beautiful, and just imagining what she and Marius could create --- a child of her own.
"Tristan, the crowned prince." she spoke, looking down at the child as she held onto Marius and leaned her head on his chest. Soon, just very soon she'll have something as beautiful as this. She cared not if Anna lay there in front of her, her hatred and disdain subsided at that moment, for a child distracted them, all of them.
"My son." said Ethan, looking up at Anna. There was a look in his eyes that looked like he wanted to kiss her, over and over again with his happiness -- with what she had brought him, "Our son."