After his elated and insatiable wife finally fell asleep succumbed to blisfull exhaustion. Bradford untangled himself and got up pondering his new plight. His fears that he never shared with his wife became reality tonight.

As a champion of light he was tasked with the continued peace of the realm. His divine attribute, his might, all for one purpose. Maintain the peace.

and his Firstborn that had been born still, born under the gaze of the shadowed star. Had now awoken. He had looked at the boys soul his shape and had seen the accursed mark of the tyrant

He had cursed his luck 3 years ago and he cursed it now.

their first child being a still born it had torn his wife apart. She was told by so many to abandon the still born. To bury it. But she refused and he couldn’t disagree with her decision.

The look of complete despair she had when all hope seemed lost, even after three years those few seconds had frightened him more then the many monsters he had slain. It had hurt so much to see his beautiful wife like that.

So he had retreated with Betty to this remote place, away from all the eyes and whispering gossip.

He had thanked the gods silently that his son had been a still born. that he was spared from having to face him on a battlefield. How could he do that to betty?

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But besides all of this, that first look his son had given him was of embarrassment (revulsion?), to be kissed by another man. it was so clearly written in his eyes it had been completely absurd! He started laughing softly.

and as he was humming his little ditty and observed his son’s expressions of defiance and then defeat and resignation to the barrage of Betty’s smothering hugs.

The reality had slowly settled. The Soul that currently inhabited his boy was not that of a newborn. It was a much older soul. Distant travelers they were called, very rare and this would be the first one born under the shadowed star.

”such rotten luck, was it yours or ours boy”?

he had observed the swirling emotions in the child how he had been observing his own soul, how it had enraged him when the boy had looked at his own tyrant mark.

a small smile played on Bradford’s lips a tiny mighty tyrant getting his butt wiped by Betty. The embarrassment had oozed out of the boy, and Bradford had to admit it was rather hilarious.

Perhaps with a proper loving family this little tyrant wouldn’t be so bad. “But il need to have a word with that boy at some point”. He muttered.

Soft hands snaked around his waist. “Why so serious my love? Come back to bed”.

“yes Betty”.

It always fascinated Bradford how Betty tugged at his heartstrings without any type of seductive behavior.

“You should have stayed in bed, now you got me all hot and bothered”, Betty purred, ”you know how good you look in the moonlight pondering the future”. she squeezed and hugged him tight.

Bradford looked at his wife, no resistance whatsoever to this gorgeous woman. He smiled, he was a happy man.