Silence. A deathly silence is all that fills the Great Hall.

On one side of the room is yourself. sitting on a floral chaise lounge with two babies bundled up in their bassinets beside you.

One baby white, the other black.. both your children.. your fiancé whiter than white.

And Alaric, the childhood rival who lives a kingdom over and loves to engage in petty squabbles.. is very handsomely dark skinned.

On the other side of the room, sitting on two different lounges were your fiancée and parents, as well as Alaric.

Your fiancée sits rigid. His brows knitted in a silent battle. Your father filling his glass with liquor already.

Alaric hums softly, his brows raised and lips pursed in a feigned innocence. a playful one at that. Acting as if he has no idea why he was called here today.

Alaric pours himself a glass of liquor as well, his eyes gaze over your features before shifting to the two toned children beside you and eventually landing on that pregnant belly of yours.