What if our beloved never managed to escape the lord forsaken place?
What if..
{Explanation: the children who will be mentioned were not created from any kind of physical contact between the two mentioned characters.
Basically created by magic.
Everything will be explained in part 2.}
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Warning: arranged marriage, sadness
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It was a silent night.. Light breeze sang its dreadful tune as the young king gazed into the distance, seemingly lost in his own thoughts.
Although a sweet laughter of a young one brought him back to reality.
The king shook his head lightly, as if in attempt to get out of his daze.
Soon a pair of small arms wrapped around his leg, following an uncontrollable giggle from the little bundle of joy.
With a small smile, Brandon looked down at his offspring.
He reached down, ruffling the smaller's neatly brushed pearly white hair gently, much to her dismay-
Holding back a smirk, the tall male asked in a hushed voice,,
"Lillian,, it's getting late.
Shouldn't you be in bed, my little cloud?"
Lillian pouted, obviously not amused by the nickname.
"Papaaaaa.."
The little girl whined, in all honesty, she hated going to bed early,,
All she wanted to do was run around..explore.
Aaand cause mischief.
Sometimes she reminded Brandon of his twin brother.
The white haired male paused..
"Does your mother know that you are out of bed?." He said in a slightly stern tone, but also dreading the answer of the smaller.
Francesca hated when someone broke her rules.
A shiver run down his spine at the thought of his wife..
He shook his head as his daughter's expression answered all his questions.
The youngling fidgeted her fingers as she nervously looked to the side.
"...no.." She mumbled.
"I wanted to be with you, papa!.. ..mama is scary.. And a little weird-
Plus-
I barely see you and-"
Brandon sighed as he gently shushed his oldest.
"I know Lil, I apologize..."
He kneels down, getting to his little one's eye level.
She lifts her gaze to look at her father, pouting a little.
..Having really nothing to say, he embraces his little treasure.
Which of course, she accepts and returns happily.
Brandon was never really for any kind of physical contact, but his children might as well be the only thing keeping him alive at this point.
To explain.
Shortly after they got into Salode, before the party, Michael spoke to Brandon.
He didn't have enough energy to bring everyone back home, as he has already discovered that it was a way home.
And it was a great concern, for obvious reasons.
He didn't go to Ritchie, because the small mage realized it would just cause chaos.
Brandon had to make a decision..
And as much as he despises the place and ached to go back home, to run and never have to face his problems ever again.. He couldn't.
He refused to leave any of his family members stay in the living hell.
His real family...
They didn't tell anyone.
But Lucas and Devin figured that something was up, them being them that is.
Michael and Brandon eventually spilled the beans to them, of course, you can imagine their horror.
They tried to talk him out of it, to no avail.
Knowing that they probably will never see their beloved guild leader ever again, they both tightly embraced him, their hearts aching for the white haired male.
The two said nothing, quietly saying goodbye to the male before Michael sent them away.
Ritchie was confused on why Brandon wanted to go "last", but his brother reassured him that he will be right behind him.
Unknowing to Ritchie, Brandon slipped a note to Devin, because he had pockets..
explaining why he did this.
Five years have passed since then.
Francesca got pregnant almost right after the wedding.
That's when they had Lillian.
She is four years old now, soon to be five.
She looks exactly like Brandon.
Soon after they had their son.
Brandon insisted on naming him Ritchie, after his twin brother whom he missed more then his life.
The young prince was a clear resemblance of his mother.
..by looks, that is-
He is very shy and a sweet boy.
Currently, Francesca is pregnant with their third child.
Three kids in five years?..
Not that Brandon minded having someone sane to talk to and spend time with- but ..
That woman, in her pregnancy, is ten times worse then usual.
Sometimes- that is-
It confuses the man, and he is honestly scared and scarred- rightfully so-
The king let out a sigh as he picked his daughter up, whom was already dazing off from what he could tell.
She had her head burried in the crook of his neck, her little arms wrapped around his neck.. It was honestly adorable.
Through the empty hall way, only his footsteps were heared.. They echoed throughout the castle..
The broken man only could look forward, dreading another day in this cruel reality.
Each day breaking him just a little more.. He felt empty.
If not for his young ones, he would have ended this long ago.
Who knew he would get attached to little beings, who would end up saving his life..
He never was one to have a relationship, much to multiply.
...but he got attached..eventually-
What if he left.. Would he never have children?..
...what if...
