“ Though he or she is not here yet, you deserve a happy fathers day. I believe you are going to be a DECENT father. “ A small smile came about her features; teasing her king like usual. She placed his hand right upon her bump, following was her own delicate hand laying itself down upon his,
❝ IT IS FAR TOO LATE for doubts now, my Queen. . ❞ A SENTIMENTAL MOMENT was shared between the king and his queen. large, masculine digits rested comfortably above her stomach. the feeling of movement became riddled across the fleshy landscape of her wound. THE CHILD WAS A FIGHTER, impatiently trying to break free of their confined space. the corners of his lips was etched with a smile. features softened as his eyes descended from the contact of her eyes and to her stomach. one would think that the warlock would say something kind in this moment, but… ❝ THIS CHILD SHALL RAIN HELL THROUGHOUT THIS LAND. FLAMES, DESTRUCTION, POWER… IT IS THEIR DESTINY! ❞