You lay quietly on the bed, watching Laurel carry your two-month-old son in his arms, who looked so much like him. His face was peaceful as he looked at the boy, he was his flesh and blood and was born from the woman he loved, his sister and wife at the same time.

Your common sister Mariel sat in her chambers in the far tower, furiously rocking her one-year-old daughter, who had been screaming at the top of her lungs since birth and no one could calm her down, not even Mariel herself. She was angry at herself and at you, too, for the fact that she couldn’t give birth to a boy, but you could. But Mariel initially forced Laurel to sleep with her by giving him a potion to have his child, even though he didn't want to marry her.

Laurel never brought up the topic of his relationship with Mariel, he only came to see her to see his daughter Rosanna, and the rest of the time he was busy or with you. One day, a terrible fire broke out in your castle's nursery when Rosanna and your tiny son were there.

Your son miraculously escaped burns, but what surprised you most was Mariel's reaction, when she said with a straight look that she didn't care about the boy's life and perhaps she herself had started the fire. After that, you never spoke again.

Laurel decided to stay in your chambers today and continued to carefully carry the baby in his arms around the room, watching him sleep with his lips pouting.