His Little Heir

A New Role

     He did not mean to yell at her.

     His own daughter, his flesh and blood, and Don was throwing his debts upon her with agonizing force, and he knew it.

     Mayella would certainly kill him when he returned home; there was no doubt left in the leader's mind about that. His wife loved and loved until she could love no more. And that love had kept Don going for so long.

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     Imminent responsibility sniffed and hunted. It snooped, lingered, and loomed lying in wait for him. In its arms resided a net sewn of links, vicious and ensnaring, all aiming to imprission him. And soon came the day that responsibility casted its net upon the young prince, burning and tearing he raged against the dying light. But still, the crown had carved its place into his skull despite young Don's efforts, and it began to bog him down. His knees rocked, buckled, and died. Residing in the fetal position, he had no where to go exept-

      Except towards a light.

    
     Glittering and shining in all of her glory, Mayella locked eyes with him. Her dirty blonde hair caressed her honey kissed skin. And with a hand and a dance, she saved her prince from their hold.

     From there, all the pieces seemed to slide into place. Don's parents loved her, and Mayella's him. Five years bonded them ever close; a diamond ring then completed their final fusion.

    They had endured so much together both as royals and as a couple. As soon as Don sparked a fire within his wife, he would do everything in his power to quell it. With the inferno's passing both would relay their apologies and reassume their rightful positions by eachother's side.

     But one fire never extinguished.

     It hissed and burned through their marriage taking not one prisoner. Hope was the first to perish, but it was not long before sorrow licked the new corpse. It then extinguished joy. Laughing as it gasped for air, sorrow choked the last of its life before corrupting joy to desolation. Desolation then nipped and taunted prosperity. Slowly, it twisted every breath availible to a deadly gas. Prosperity sputtered and died in its hands, and the vessel gave way to hatred. All together sorrow, desolation, and hatred schemed. Day and night the trio plotted and planned, watching, waiting, until they found love all alone.

     And it fought until the last.

     Love was all Don and Mayella had. Once immovable skyscrapers wavered and wobbled in nothing but the wind's whisper. Rivers trickled thin, and soon the last drop melted away. Once fruitful farms had nothing to bear.

     Except for love.

     One night was all it needed. Plotting and planning as much as its foes, love strung together memories of still nights. And in these nights lived the two of them, their breasts bubbly and free. With lips dripping of honey, they tasted eachother's sweetness despite the flames. For a moment, all layed as still as the night sky.

     In the stillness came a month with no cycle, and then another. Tears of joy, tears of lament, and tears that had little reason to fall accompanied Mayella's growing belly. And in that time the flames appeared to quench.

     The two became inseparable; Don couldn't be seen without a protective arm encircling his wife and unborn child. In the night's quiet, he aligned himself around Mayella to ensure she would not stir;  in morning's light, Don awaited nausea's coming and rushed to her aid.

     Soon, the day came where he could wrap his arms around mother and child no more. The weeks leading to the baby's coming passed slow like an old friend who is not sure if they should say hello, but indeed, they withered away.

      The king carried his love to bed, taking pitty on Mayella's swollen feet, and layed beside her.

     That night was the last of the stillness.

     At its crest, she tapped him awake, shaking, shackles of fear imprisoned her. A wavering hand pointed to a damp spot on the bed, another clutched her stomach. Carefully, Don took Mayella into his arms. His heart became a minefield as his mind assumed the role of a father. What could go wrong?

     Everything.

     Lying in the infirmary bed, Mayella  grew tired. Her body scraped and clawed for any energy, any energy at all to fulfill life's destiny: to live. Her fading soul had given its last;  her flesh could do no more, and the child became still.

    Doctors shoved Don away, and once outside, they shunned him as a broken friend would do to another. His lips dripped the black stickiness of fear. Bursting and pounding it came in waves, for tears had joined the bitter symphony of pain.

     Pain.

     Pain.
    
     Pain.

     So much...

    

     Pain.

    

    At the ballot's climax, the sly manner of helplessness ensnared the king. With it came a realization of stillness; a stillness in which the irony of the situation dawned.

     Faye had lost a wife and child, and now it was his turn.

     It was his turn to feel the anguish, the grit, and the fiery hell of pain that had plagued Fashad almost four years earlier. Karma and death had this day planned in the stars of fate long ago, and the two hellish forces had come together in order to finish the job.

     Finality's weight sank Don to his knees. Grappling with the nature of it all, the ruler crumbled, wept, and prayed. He himself could not change it. Don's awareness towards the matter was imminent, and so was fate.

     This was bound to happen, but the beast did not proclaim when. A second and then a third cry joined his own, but the last was foriegn; it was almost new.

     Fingers wrapped the ruler's back like an ancient knocker against aged oak. With tears' hot rain blinding him,   Don took the fingers' adjoined hand and was led into his new role.

     "Let's call her Daya, Don. She-She looks like you."

    
     A father.

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     It wasn't Mayella he was worried about.
   
      Debt's fire had always burned and seared, but never managed to sever the love between them.

     No.

    
     It was Daya.

    

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     Hello lovelies! Happy new year and may 2019 bring you love and health. As for me, I'm not doing so well at the moment. School is going to start soon for me, and I won't have nearly as much free time as I did last year. (Two out of four of my teachers only taught for a quarter of the class and let us do whatever we wanted for the rest; I would usually write/edit during these times.) I'm also trying to write only when I want to (sounds werid but let me explain) When I try to stick to the "update every five days schedule" my chapters are bland and underdone. However, I worked on this one only when I felt like it, and I am MUCH prouder and happier with this one than some previous chapters. I hope you won't mind waiting longer for more quality parts. I'll try to post messages when I get close to updating. Thanks so much for putting up with me and for reading! 💜