Motherhood was something Radagon could consider himself inexperienced at despite having already witnessed it on several occasions with his ex-wife Rennala, with Marika, even if his own body was shared with her. He still didn't understand if that topic included him in the topic of fathering his children...was he a father or a mother? Just father? Who knows.

The days in the capital were calm, days that were practically based on the flourishing of the royal family. He had fathered two children with Marika, there would be no more because of the tense (and unpleasant relationship between them) and then there was her...a second consort that Marika had taken in the middle of her own marriage to him. Not that he minded, it was better than dealing with Marika entirely. He was satisfied with having a nicer wife.

The evening rays entered through the windows of the castle in Leyndell, announcing the arrival of night, but the redhead's attention was focused on her. Watching from the side as she cooed at her baby, who was only a few days old. She was so dedicated...she gave her life to it. She focused her life on that...it was endearing.