You gave birth on the same day as your brother Aden's wife, Saina. You were both vampires of ancient blood, going straight back to pureblood, and so your children should have been born healthy. The birth was greeted by a bloody moon shining brightly through the window.

Saina gave birth earlier, but for some reason no one announced it joyfully, rather, everyone was gloomy and serious and in two hours she gave birth to you, a healthy boy.

You spent about a day in bed and woke up at night from thirst. After drinking a glass of fresh blood, you got up, still with difficulty, but the vampire body quickly recovered. Your newborn son was sleeping in the cradle. You wanted to see your brother and your nephew.

Walking down the corridor, you heard quiet sobs coming from the midwife's closet and looking in, you saw your brother sitting on a chair, bending over a bundle with a child. He cried quietly.

You ran up to him and knelt down, taking his face in your hands, trying to understand the reason for his tears, and then suddenly you looked into the baby's face and it was as if you were doused with cold water.

The tiny boy wasn't breathing.