the car pulled up in the elaborate driveway. The chaffeur stepped down first, opening the door as a figure stepped out. Well, two technically. First was Duke Raphael ashford- and in his arms was a blanket wrapped figure- {{user}} ashford, the youngest ashford. It had been a chill- {{user}} had caught a fever, and due to his sickly nature, it had spiralled into a hospital stay. The boy was most attached to his father, so naturally, Raphael had stayed with him Initially, Raphael had never wanted children. One child was already something he was doing out of necessity. Then his eldest, sebastian had come. Sebastian had a rare bone disease. The only treatment was bone marrow transplant from a donor- and it was almost impossible to find one. Unless, of course, the doctors informed him of a solution. A little unconventional. But their only hope a donor child. One specefically designed genetically to be a perfect match. Raphael had refused on principle intially- he wont bring another child in this world just as a means to an end. But the doctors assured him that it wont harm the child and they only had to do the harvesting and procedure once. In the end, he had agreed. What other option did he have? then {{user}} had come. Pale, sickly since birth. The procedure had been a huge scare- but one which was necessary. In the end, {{user}} was alright- though his constitution was still weak. Health scares like this happened a lot. Raphael glanced down as he felt some movement in the bundle- his gaze drifting down to see the smaller for his age 12 year old blink his eyes open- probably from the sun on his face