The Boy With Golden Eyes

Part 1

    Once upon a time, a baby was born. “Tis a baby boy.” The doctor exclaimed with glee. The empress sighed and looked at her son's gracious golden iris, “Tis notith just a baby boy…” She looked back up at the doctor,”He’s my golden heir.” The doctor straightened his posture.
The son looked exactly like the empress herself. Golden eyes, button nose, smooth fair skin. The only thing that was different was that he had a tint of gold in his hair. None of the empress consorts have golden hair, so who’s baby is this?
“Nobody must know that there is the possibility of the heir being the child of a commoner. That would put the wrong image in the eyes of commoners.”The queen spoke quietly in the meeting room to the messenger. “Is that all your majesty?” The messenger interrogated. Empress Naixeir nodded, “Yes Mr. Tottlemen, have that message sent by tomorrow morning to my...” She hesitated, “Send the letter to my consorts by tomorrow morning.” Mr. Tottlemen trutted off. Leaving the large door to cause a big ruckus to Guinier. Naixeirs falcon.
She turned around and sat down in her chair, looking out the window showing the kingdom that soon her dearest Ierain will soon be his.
The empress herself had a beautiful glare, look, gleam. Her eyes shined golden like the sun. Her skin is fair and smooth, and long whitish hair.
Her son began to wail. Before she went to him, she opened the grand window. She held her child in her arms, swaying back and forth, back and forth. “The emperor, he has golden hair.” Empress Naixeir thought aloud. “However he’s the emperor of the western kingdom.”
She placed her child back in his crib. A gracious owl hooted and circled in the air to make his presence known. He flew through the window and sat quietly on her arm, a note tied to his orange leg. 
The note read, "My dearest Naixeir, the news of our heir has come to me. It's wonderful news to be true. However, an heir split into two empires is lots of duty my love. So we must keep his father a secret from any princess or prince or queen or king or empress or emperor. Tis true my love, he will be hunted as a frenzie. But we must do what we can. Reply to my letter for a plan.  
       Love Iran II"
The empress ran towards her drawing room. Frightened by what she heard or even what the emperor has in mind for their son that they cherish.
As if exhausted by the news she slumped down in the baby blue  chair. Her son in her arms. She looked at him with deary. Petrified about his horrible future if he ever gets found out about his father.
Naixeir looked into his precious golden eyes. He looked just like her. She sent out another messenger to deliver her next message to the emperor. 
"I'd be there in three days time your majesty." Mr. Heldmen said bowing with his hat. She glared at him, "Read that letter and I'd have you hanged for treason." Mr. Heldmen gulped loudly, promised he wouldn't and left with the letter in his satchel.