Trissande wouldn't hold her daughter. The little Valkyrie.
"She should been an heir! This is your fault," she snapped at him, the male she had allowed into her body. "She should have white wings not black!"
"I know."
"I hate you." She snarled the words at him.
He said nothing, only looked down at the pretty babe. He gently ran his fingers over the girls brows. She was staring at him with big amethyst eyes, his mother's eyes. She had hair as black as his own and skin nearly as pale. Did she inherit nothing from her mother? He wondered on it, already in love with the tiny thing.
"I'm sending someone to help raise and protect her," he told Trissande, who even weeks after the birth, wouldn't hold her child.
"Fine. What name would you like to give your little Valkyrie?" Trissande snapped at him. He knew she was very upset by this but he couldn't help not caring. He loved the girl no matter what.
"Kristanya."
"I'm giving her the middle name of Noctisa."
He leaned down over his daughter and kissed her forehead.
"Daughter mine, Kristanya Noctisa Regis. It's prefect."
"Whatever, now get out. I don't want you here. Her wet nurse can care for her without you hovering."
He nodded and left, thrown out by that. He needed to find help so his daughter knew some love. He couldn't raise her, it wouldn't be right but he could send help.
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And that't it for this little short story. The story of Liam and Vera continues sometime later. This story is short because the resolution of them being slaves and having the heir there comes much later in life and is apart of a much bigger story. I purposefully decided to keep a lot of details private in this because of that as well. How did this Prince end up a slave? Will Vera get justice against her father? Those answers are discovered by someone else, very far away. This story was all about the gift of forgiveness Armana gave him and the gift of children to them both. And love, always love with that Armana goddess lady.
Your Author,
K.N. Bender
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Armana's Gift
RomantikZevan had been an Avium stuck in slavery on the island continent of Krilos for seven hundred years. He'd been tortured, brutalized and hardened over that time. He knew no peace, no love and found himself the leader of the other slaves, who all look...
