《Mixing Blood》15. The Key that Binds Us

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Vessuillus plucked his wife young, and beautiful like the ripest bud from his brother’s garden. Cassandra Miriam was her name; a strong, wild and brilliant woman that demons and gods alike would envy. The eldest princesses of the Aseret family that he never asked anything of, but to exist in her presence and a child. A child to solidify his power within her and the rest of the world.

A baby. A child. A son. Their heir to rule the future in their name, but after a year of trying still no fruit. Admittedly Vess was more than satisfied with the trying process, but soon question would give rise to animosity if no child appeared.

A year later, Vessuillus believed his prayers had been answered when Cassandra Miriam began feeling extremes amount of pains in her abdomen. the doctors confirmed his hopes, she was indeed pregnant, but could not find a reason for the agony that persisted and grew as the days passed nor could they fix it or lesson it with any amount of magic or medicine. She was bound to her chambers for the whole of the pregnancy being able to eat only fruits and soup. None of the pain was too much for her to bear as long as her little warrior survived. She repeated it day in and out like her personal mantra.

She was so certain that it would be healthy, powerful baby boy that even Vess began to become giddy and equally sure this child will be the only true Fangaria left in the world. A terrible rainstorm engulf the kingdom and with first strike of lighting the future of Fangaria was ready for its grand entrance. "Already cocky before birth," Cassandra cooed to the unborn child. "Two months, not your time just yet little one," but pain became so sever, contractions so close together, old medicine could do nothing but let the child be.

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Vess called all the older maids and midwifes to handle his heir with care. She was in labor the whole of the day. Vess couldn't bare the sounds of his wife screams as they waited to the point of gnawing discomfort at this new life. "Not yet," he would whispered, "No not yet. I'm not ready for you just yet."

On the last hour of the day he was born and he was a he. The first to hold him was his father.

"Vess why do he not cry?" Cassandra still weak from the birth did not have enough energy to scream. She let her head fall to the nearest woman. "Elizabeth does my baby cry? I cannot hear. Please tell me." Elizabeth: the older woman, heavy armed woman attempted to console Cassandra by gently patting her head.

Quickly Vessuillus wrapped his child wondering the same: why does he not cry. “Gilbert," he named him without thought. "Speak child," and at that moment the smallest baby opened it eyes long enough to defy its father and breathe its only breath. Somehow Cassandra knew her son would be making no sound today. She closed her eyes letting sleep engulf her. She had hoped just like her child she would not open her eyes again.

Later that evening, the smallest shrine was built for a king that never was: King Gilbert Fangaria. This small shrine with three words and one date was her trigger to for escaping reality. She was unable to protect any of her children. Her bright demeanor faded to a near grey, her beauty became brittle and harsh on the edges, and her intellect was never heard from by anyone again. Two years later on the anniversary of their son’s death Vess decided he wanted his beautiful wife back. Shortly after Elizabeth Mara Fangaria, born of sorrow would be born. Immediately she would show off her powerful lungs and let her voice be heard. She was no son but she shared some of her life with her mother, after nearly four years Cassandra lived again. Thus she was able to see so many things that was forgotten. Her husband who hadn't aged since Gilbert’s birthday. His first son Alex who barely seemed a year older since he first meet him five years ago. She looked around at her court some was missing, some was new, but of those who stayed, stayed the same. She felt something was off. She looked up at Vess and he understood. He kissed her on the forehead. "This is your family my love."

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"My family," she question.

"Yes, your son Alexander Leoessa Fangaria. Me your husband for many years, our new child, and the servants and ladies you have known all your life."

She looked down at Alex, nearly the splitting image of his father and took him in as if it was her very first time seeing him. "My baby." The boy would not look at her, he could not yet lie to her face. "...My little prince."

six years later there was no time for Cameron's curiosity even if he was extraordinary standing on his own at 15 weeks because before his next birthday Gabriel and moments later Gabriella was born causing mischief on their first day. Instead of crying they both simply stared and yawned. Once put near one another they held hands.

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