Thorn in his Side

Chapter 50 - Birthright

Hiro Mashima owns Fairy Tail

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Mard was not amused by how this day had turned out. They were on their honeymoon, they should be happy, and he should not be sitting alone in the dining room, staring at a plate of her food turn colder by the second. He leaned forward and rested his head in his hands, the suggestion was reasonable, why did she not see reason?

Spawnling was to be their first child, that carried much weight with it and responsibilities for his line of succession. It would only be proper and fitting if she was born in the Underworld. Then he could show his subjects his beautiful little demonling and have her acknowledged as the Princess and heir. This was part of being a monarch, why couldn't she see how important this was?

No, Rosebud was adamant that only a hospital, human doctors and being in Earth Land was what was best. Mard knew better, children were born here all the time. He had even helped deliver a few when he would follow Jai around as she tended to the weak and poor.

Mard leaned back in his chair, his head up he looked at the ceiling and tried to not think about her. Not think about her large black eyes, slim features or her little smile when he would do something to assist. He most certainly would not think about the life he could have had but instead he should focus on the life he does have.

A life with his Rosebud and a family to call his own. It would have been simpler with Jai, she understood and lived here, Rosebud just didn't seem to like any of this. His wife was stubborn, but he saw a few moments of her having fun and smiling around people. Though some of the dark creatures gave her pause, she was trying.

This was not difficult, and the people had forgiven her and were worshipping her for her power. To think Heaven broke apart and showered upon them, ending the long night of battle to retake what he worked for. To see that the Queen of Light was real and not a myth, a myth Mard had forgotten about. Then again it was difficult to keep track of hundreds of years, more so since Zeref released him.

Even now, late at night when no one was around, he would feel things or try to remember something. Now that he wasn't tied to a book, his own mental capacities had felt stretched to pull out memories with the clarity and efficiency he was used to. He didn't want people to know that Mard Geer was less than the perfection of his being.

Though his Rosebud knew he wasn't perfect and still loved him, enough to end a punishment, bind herself to him in an unbreakable promise, fight a war and carry his progeny. Mard knew he was that human phrase, "lucky", but still this was not just something so small.

The lonely king sighed and closed his eyes, he felt the small tear escape from the side as he felt her rage before she left the dinner table. She had said horrible things to him, but were they true?

Was he simply being selfish and demanding?

Was he a tyrant who would try to rule her life?

Did he not care about her needs nor love her enough to see things through her eyes?

Mard was certain this was not about him, this was about Spawnling and her future. This was about making sure she was an Underworld native, so that she could not be challenged when she took the throne. His daughter would not have to endure what he did to prove herself.

Queen Scimitar Layla Tartaros, he could picture her, based on the images he had seen in random dreams and of course the demon that shifted into a form of her. She would be taller than Rosebud by a few inches, dark indigo hair long and flowing like his, large brown eyes and the same resting smirk Mard always had. Spawnling would assume the throne and rule the Underworld better than he ever did, she would do so with mercy, temperance, wisdom, a proper application of wrath and great cunning.