@volkzima | parents’ love.
♔ — MOONLIGHT filtered through the curtains of the royal chambers, highlighting such a serene scene. The Emperor had risen from her bed, her nightgown trailing behind her. She had to untangle herself from Felix, her beloved, where his arms had rested over her. The war was over, but he still holds her as if she were soon to die, as if the next day could bring them marching, into an impossible force.
But, she does not pull herself out of bed for some secret war. No, she stirs at the beginning of a cry, from the crib at the end of the bed. She is smiling, peacefully, as she scoops the newest member of their little family into her arms. Andrei, a little boy with dark hair, to match his father, who had a healthy set of lungs, began to cry louder. Edelgard tries to shush him, and bounces as she sways back and forth, ❝ Are you hungry, my little one? ❞ she whispers, adoration upon her lips, ❝ You’ll be such a hearty boy, I know; you’ll become everything you wish to be, and more. ❞