Dance of Blood and Magic ENG

Morgana's Legacy: Englotte's Acceptance

The day at Waraha Castle had begun with excitement and rush. Englotte was now four months old, and as she grew older, she had formed stronger bonds with those around her, and had begun to share every moment with her family. Now, it was time for the long-awaited Initiation Ritual; a special ceremony where Englotte would be officially introduced to her family and the realm, followed by a grand party where the realm would celebrate their new queen candidate.

Every corner of the castle was in a feverish preparation. Decorations were being placed meticulously, tables were being set, and witches and vampires on duty in every corner were doing their best for the ritual and celebration. The tiny royal dress prepared for Englotte was dazzling with ostentatious elegance. While the whole family was experiencing the excitement of this special day, Englotte was watching everything that was going on around her, from lap to lap, with pure curiosity and joy.

Charlotte and Engfa were happy to take their daughter with them and experience the excitement of this meaningful day with her.

Englotte's physical features were now much more apparent. Despite being four months old, she had grown rapidly, her hair was long and black like her mother Charlotte, this hair falling to her shoulders, adding elegance to her surroundings. Her skin had taken on Engfa's bronze color, and her eyes shone with a special light from her two mothers in a different and fascinating way. She had inherited her nose and authoritative eyebrows from Engfa, while her lips and jawline bore Charlotte's elegant lines.

The family seal on Englotte's wrist and the small bite mark on her neck were details that added nobility and power to her. Everyone who saw her couldn't help but wonder what kind of queen this little princess would become in the future. She was a tangible reflection of the unique combination of the two queens, and everyone looked up to her with admiration.

Engfa and Charlotte, carrying little Englotte in their arms, were slowly making their way through the crowd, greeting everyone around them with grace. Englotte was filled with happiness every time she looked at her mother. Both were dressed in dazzling fashion, their elegant dresses reflecting royal nobility and their bright crowns on their heads were practically sparkling. According to Englotte, these crowns gave their mother a completely different air, making her look at them with admiration.

Engfa and Charlotte proudly carried their daughters among the guests' interested gazes. Their eyes shone with happiness at sharing this special moment with their daughters; Englotte was surrounded by their love and strength, and although this day was very important for her, she felt the most secure in being with her mother.

Englotte was sometimes taken into the arms of visiting witches with the permission of their mothers, and everyone approached her with love and admiration. Charlotte and Engfa approached a witch who was embracing their daughter, smiling.

"She looks so beautiful and strong... She will be a queen worthy of the whole realm," said the witch, her eyes shining as she caressed the little princess in her arms.

"We hope so. We sense that you have a strong spirit like us," Engfa replied with a slight smile, watching Englotte with pride.

Charlotte added, "Every day she teaches us something new. It's like she's raising us," and smiled as she looked into the innocent yet wise eyes of her little princess.

The witch smiled at Englotte, "It's obvious that you add strength to each other's strength... She's a worthy daughter for our queen," she said, gently holding Englotte's tiny hands.

Charlotte and Engfa looked at each other and shared their happiness at the warm welcome their daughter received. Englotte smiled at her mother in the witch's arms and felt the happiness of being with them in peace.