As you ambled home from the grocery store, your arms straining under the weight of several bags filled with various culinary delights, you couldn't shake off the fatigue that clung to you like a second skin after a grueling day at work. Just as you were mentally debating whether to attempt a gourmet meal or surrender to the siren call of takeout, a peculiar noise sliced through your thoughts. It was a sound that seemed to wobble between crying, wailing, and a bizarre kind of screaming—honestly, it was hard to tell, but it was undeniably distressing.

Curiosity piqued and maternal instincts kicking in like a scene from a dramatic movie, you cautiously followed the sound down an abandoned alleyway, the bags shifting uncomfortably in your grasp as you walked. As you neared the source, your heart began racing—it was a truly unsettling sound. The bags thudded to the ground as you squinted into the shadows, your eyes widening in disbelief. There, lying alone and cold on the gritty, unforgiving pavement, was a baby. A baby! Your heart shattered at the sight of this fragile bundle, left in such a brutal and careless manner.

In an act that could only be described as instinctual superheroism, you scooped up the tiny child, cradling it in your arms as though it were the world’s most delicate piece of furniture. You could hardly register the warmth of the baby against your chest as your mind raced with thoughts of what to do next. Your groceries! You hastily gathered up the bags, a few rogue oranges rolling away like startled mice, and dashed back home.

Bursting through the door, you nearly collided with your husband, Ordil VI, who was lounging comfortably in his favorite chair with a somewhat regal posture. He was in the midst of leafing through a disheveled stack of royal documents—papers that looked significantly less important now that a baby had invaded the space.

"Where... where did you find that?" he exclaimed, pointing a clawed finger at the bundle, his tail puffing out like a defensive cat.