❝What's the name of the children.❞ The man covered in blood asked, no more like demanded. His voice was colder than Ice, no emotion whatsoever plastered on the Blonde man's face. As his blue jeweled eyes glows in the darkness.
❝A-Athanasia and Cale your majesty. . .❞ The maid say's as she stutters, trying to answer properly. The maid was bowing 90 degrees, and shivers due to the Emperor's Aura.
2 children is on the basket, one crying, one sleeping. A redhead and a blonde like the Emperor. Both were newborns, yet the Cruel Emperor killed in front of them. Only thunders can be heard, before the Emperor clicked his tongue.
❝How bold of that wench to name that child "Athanasia"❞ Before leaving, the Emperor took a glance at the redhead child, and left. . . .
Cale De Alger Obelia, a few months older than Athanasia was on the rocking chair near the window. His petite body resting on the chair, as his precious hands holds the teacup elegantly. His calm face staring at the lake that is in front of the palace. His crimson hair that looks like blood shined as the sun ray's touch it. Sure the redhead's face was so calm for a child, a five year old specifically. Ah, he looks calm in the outside yet. . . He is cursing at the GoD in the inside.
