Prince Alastair sat anxiously on his bed. He was distressed. He was nervous. He was impatient yet he felt waves of excitement flow through him. It was time. He was finally having his dream heir. The son he had always dreamed of.. He had already decided on a name.. He was going to be named after his father just like him.. Prince Alstire the 3rd..
"Your majesty, the sacred heir has arrived.." the royal priest entered bowing as he entered the master bedroom to congratulate the new father. The prince jolted up from the bed and peered anxiously. He found his heart racing at the sudden notice. The labour was to go on for another day.
" It is a boy.. As I presumed.. Isn't it.." He found his voice at last, struggling to finish the sentence as his throat felt numb from anxiety. The priest smiled sympatheticly at the young prince. "It is indeed a healthy child but not a boy.. It is a graceful little heiress with flaming red hair.. My dear prince.. A healthy child is all that's needed to carry out the royal duties.." The priest finished, bowing deeply again and taking his leave.
The young prince was devastated.. His heart was broken into pieces... The love of his life couldn't gift him a prince as heir... After all the love, royalty and wealth he's given her.. He was angry and frustrated.. Why couldn't she just give him a perfect son... He wanted nothing to do with the girl child...
Fumed, he ran towards the labour room, flipping his cloak over him and cursing maids on the way. He pushed the doors open with fury, wanting to see the news for himself. He entered, banging the doors closed as he ordered the maids out.
He then shot a deadly glance at his princess. "Lucy.. Lucy.."He whispered at the sight of the cursed girl lying on her arms. She froze, her gaze weak from giving birth. She looked very sorry indeed. " I'm sorry my dear... But... But.. We will have many years ahead of us.. Won't we my prince.. "she breathed, anxious glancing at the beautiful creature on her arms. The prince nodded slowly..
"She has your exact eyes my love... The exact shape and the exact fade of silver.. " the princess continues weakly. She could spot a tear falling off the prince's face as a slight sign of a smile appeared in his face.
"Yes indeed.. Lucy.. We would have many happy times to come and lord will eventually bless me.. Us.. With the prince of our dreams.. But by law she.. Will be the 3rd in line to the magical throne and mother will certainly not change it considering she is queen.. "He managed a weirdly formed scowl. " I will now leave you to rest your pain.. Lucy.. " He finished nodding understandingly at the weak women whom he loved the most. The women suppress a weak nod of acceptance.
Princess Lucy picked the baby girl up. Her gleaming red hair perfect matched her mothers and her eyes were the exact pair of her fathers.. The princess smiled lovingly at the infant.. "You are not a cursed child.. You are loved my dear.. So loved... The most beautiful baby girl I have ever laid my eyes on.. You are my baby girl.." she stroked her head and laid a soft peck on her forehead, closing her eyes as tears of pain fell down her cheeks.
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