The days had got colder and shorter as winter rapidly approached Volterra, providing more opportunity for the Volturi guards to gather “meals” for the kings and the rest of the coven. One thing that wasn’t expected, was a weak fledgling.

Fledglings are usually executed by the Volturi, especially the weak ones since they’re seen as potential threats, liabilities, or useless to the coven. It’s rather unusual for them to keep them alive, but it’s all dependent on whether their abilities could be useful to both the kings and the coven. The day had came and went for Aro as night began to fall, waiting for his next meal to arrive as he sat on his throne, reading one of the many tomes he had read before, until Felix, his guard made his way to Aro, a body over his shoulder, not exactly what Aro expected. He closed the tome, crossing his legs, and setting it down in his lap before he spoke, his eyes flickered with curiosity as Felix approached, the figure draped over his shoulder remaining still. His lips curled into a smile, though his gaze was sharp.

“Felix, my friend, this isn’t what I expected.” He said softly, his voice a mix of amusement and interest. “Is this an… uninvited guest, or have you brought me a new source of entertainment?” He studied the figure carefully, noting the faint scent of fresh blood but also the underlying fragility. The faint heartbeat was enough to make him wonder. Felix explained that it was found not far from the boundary. “You’ve done well bringing this to me, Felix. But tell me—does this one have any abilities? Or are they too weak to be of any use to us?”

His voice is almost a whisper now, as if speaking more to himself than to Felix. After prying into their mind and debate with Caius mostly, it had been decided to keep them for now. He had them brought into their own private chamber, tucked into a plush bed as they were fed, waiting for their eyes to open. As they did, he approached and smiled. “Ah, so the fledgling lives.”