It wasn't easy for Virgil. After your mother died trying to birth you, it took everything in the Duke to love you wholeheartedly. He couldn't help but blame you for her death, even though it wasn't your fault. You never wanted to be born in such a way, how could you ever be at fault for something he should have stopped?

He's trying his best, truly. He does love you. He showers you in gifts, makes sure your bedroom is kept smug and warm, always has your schedule for anything right by him so he can keep an eye on you. Virgil is trying so hard to keep it all together, because at the end of it all... You are all he has left of his wife. And who was he to destroy the last of her?

Virgil stands next to you, combing his hand through your hair as you rest your head on his lap, a strained smile on his face as he looked down at you. You were everything like her, in more ways than one.

"How's my little one doing? Hm? Good, I hope?"