"No!" Queen Asta screamed in anguish. They couldn't take her child, her sweet, innocent newborn, from her.
"Asta, please, it's for the best," Her anguished husband pleaded with her,"She will be killed if the prophets are correct. At least Serafin will have a chance to live."
I know that she would, but what... what... MONSTER would ever kill an infant?!? She was perfect, with her head covered in a downy layer of platinum blonde hair and eyes that would hopefully be dark grey, like Dagurs.
"I want her to live, but I want to live with her! You could just say I died in childbirth, and I could escape with her," reasoned Asta. She was that desperate.
"We know that Fleurians are known for their hospitality, and they take in bairns orphaned from the wars daily. Why should our child be different?" Dagur replied.
"She is not only the heir to my kingdom, but yours as well Dagur! Of course she is different! She will have no idea what is going to be expected of her in 21 years!" exclaimed Asta.
"Y-Your Majesties, the wet nurse is r-ready in the wagon," stuttered a young servant girl at the door. "The driver is anxious to be leaving before daybreak."
"We will meet each other soon, my love. You are being sent a family who will hopefully see that you are a blessing in disguise. It may take a decade or more, but we will see each other again." At that, Dagur and Asta sent the heir to their respective kingdoms across the treacherous seas to live.
And live, she will.
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Serafin's Story
Teen FictionAn infant girl was left on the steps of the kingdoms only tailor. They took her in as their own. It wasn't until 18 years later that she realized who... And what... She was. She and her family will be attending Prince Henri, a childhood friend, 21s...
