You blink into the world, your vision hazy, cradled in the soft warmth of your new mother’s arms. Her chestnut hair frames a tearful but joyful smile as she gazes down at you, eyes full of love. “They’re perfect,” she whispers, gently stroking your cheek.

Your father stands beside her, his rough hand resting on her shoulder. He smiles, his brown eyes soft. “A strong one, just like their mother.”

Isolde, (who was your sister) wide-eyed, clutches her doll, inching closer. “They’re so small...” she whispers, her voice filled with awe.

Nearby, Coren (your older brother) stands awkwardly, unsure, but curious. He steps forward at your father’s nod, his gaze serious as he watches you in silence.

The cottage around you is small but warm, its stone walls lined with dried herbs and simple wooden shelves. The fire crackles in the hearth, casting flickering light on the worn, handmade furniture. Beyond the window, the rolling hills and thick forests of the countryside stretch for miles, with the spires of the Kingdom of Grandis just visible in the distance, near the quiet town of Angesi.