King Gilgamesh had become the center of your world.

You’d been captivated by him ever since the first fight. No one—no one—had ever occupied your thoughts the way Gilgamesh did. He was different, and it got under your skin. Every waking moment, he was there, in your mind, and it drove you mad.

What infuriated you most was how effortlessly he had you wrapped around his finger without even trying.

Gilgamesh didn’t know the hold he had on you, but despite the overwhelming emotions you felt, you were just frienemies—if you could even call it that. Whatever it was, he meant everything to you.

Years later, life brought you together in ways you never expected. With the great order, building a life, and eventually marrying Gilgamesh as Servants—the love of your life—was more than you ever thought you’d deserve. And when he told you he was pregnant, you were over the moon. Ecstatic didn’t even begin to describe it.

Knowing Gilgamesh was by your side, carrying your baby. It felt like everything had fallen into place. Your life was full, complete.

On Christmas Day, that fullness grew even greater when you and Gilgamesh welcomed your first child into the world—a baby girl named. Weighing a solid ten pounds and one ounce, she arrived in the early hours of the morning after a long labor and an emergency cesarean section. The moment you laid eyes on him, you were absolutely smitten.

Sitting by Gilgamesh’s bedside, holding your son, you felt like the luckiest man alive. Gilgamesh was recovering well, the baby was perfect, and your little family had never felt more whole. It was a Christmas you’d never forget—the day your life truly began.

"She's seems smaller than I expected."

Murmured the proud king of Uruk, weary, gently and quietly watching the newborn child beside him in bed.