Two months had passed since the tragic loss of Prince Maccoy, and the Fire Kingdom still grieved deeply. King Aiden, consumed by sorrow, wandered through the corridors of the palace, his heart heavy with emptiness. On this particular morning, the king approached the window, where two birds were diligently protecting their nest and the precious egg within. Watching them, a wave of memories washed over King Aiden, he recalled hearing Prince Maccoy's enthusiastic ramblings about impending fatherhood, a dream forever shattered by fate's cruel hand. Wrapping himself in a robe, he left his room and began a somber journey down the palace halls, eventually arriving at his office.

Inside, Prince Tyson, burdened with the responsibilities of the Fire Kingdom, was tirelessly immersed in his father's duties. He sat amidst a sea of paperwork, signing his name again and again, striving to keep the kingdom running smoothly amidst the storm of grief. As King Aiden entered the room, he was greeted by the sight of Princess Yeongi, Prince Tyson's devoted wife, carrying a tray filled with a hearty breakfast.

Princess Yeongi bowed respectfully before King Aiden, her voice trembling with warmth and concern. “My King, it is a relief to see you out of your room,” she spoke softly.

Setting the tray of food before Prince Tyson, Princess Yeongi gently urged him, “You have far too much on your plate, my love. Take a break, eat, and spend some time with your father.”

Prince Tyson, mired in a sense of duty and obligation, hesitated. “But there is still so much work to be done,” he protested.

With a firm yet loving hand, Princess Yeongi took the papers from Prince Tyson's grasp and placed them on the desk. She pushed the tray of food closer to him, her voice filled with determination. “The Fire Kingdom needs you to be healthy, my prince. Now, eat! Share a moment with your father, for both of your sakes.”

Resigned to her insistence, Prince Tyson began to eat, his hunger no match for the weight of his responsibilities. And as the king stepped closer, a glimmer of hope flickered within his grieving heart.

As Princess Yeongi exited the office, closing the door behind her, Prince Tyson knew that this was a moment of privacy between father and son. With genuine concern, he asked, “Father, how can I help you?”

King Aiden, lost in his own thoughts, slowly replied, “I remember something today.”

Prince Tyson's interest was piqued. “What is that, Father?”

A moment of hesitation passed before King Aiden revealed, “Your brother spoke of expecting to be a father.”

Prince Tyson's heart skipped a beat. He knew of Prince Maccoy's secret lover, Hanina, and the child she carried. But he also knew that he could not divulge this information to his father. The laws of the Kingdoms of Elements were strict, and as a king, his father could not lie to other rulers without breaking the peace treaty. It was best that his father did not know.

With a heavy heart, Prince Tyson fabricated a lie, “Father, Prince Maccoy's mind was corrupted by a demon in his last moments. He said many odd things.”

King Aiden's brow furrowed in confusion. “But your brother spent a lot of time alone with Princess Uahi.”

Prince Tyson shook his head, his voice firm, “Princess Uahi never had relations with Maccoy. She is set to marry her long-time companion, Sarah, in a few months.”

King Aiden's eyes betrayed a glimmer of hope. “I am telling you, I know a piece of Maccoy remains somewhere.”

Prince Tyson sighed, realizing the weight of his father's anguish. “Father, it would not be wise to dwell on this topic. If anyone outside of our kingdom catches wind of this idea, it could be a death sentence for an innocent woman and the baby she carries.”

Prince Tyson rose from his father King Aiden's desk, where he had just finished his breakfast. King Aiden sat in the chair closest to the desk, his face etched with a deep sadness. Prince Tyson leaned against the desk, his eyes fixed on his father.

“I know losing Maccoy has cast a darkness over you and our kingdom,” Prince Tyson began, his voice steady and determined. “But you must remember the ancient texts from the beginning of our Kingdom.”

King Aiden glanced up, curiosity flickering in his eyes. “There are so many, which one are you referring to?”

Prince Tyson's gaze softened with a hint of a smile. “The one that says even in the darkness of times, the Fire Kingdom only requires a single spark to rise up from the ashes and become new again.”

King Aiden sighed, his gaze drifting off into the distance. “I never put much thought into those old texts.”

Prince Tyson stepped closer, placing a comforting hand on his father's shoulder. “No matter what happens, the Fire Kingdom will always carry on. You need to focus on resting your mind and getting well again, father.”

With gentle strength, Prince Tyson helped King Aiden to his feet. King Aiden looked at his son with a mix of gratitude and adEviantion. “How did you become so strong and wise?”

Prince Tyson's eyes sparkled with warmth and humility. “I have learned from my father, mother, brother, and my wife. It just took a while for their wisdom to seep into my mind. Come, let's get you cleaned up and changed into some new clothes.”

Together, Prince Tyson and King Aiden walked out of the King's office, their steps echoing through the corridors of the palace. Two Fire Kingdom soldiers stood guard outside the King's bedroom, their loyalty unwavering. One of the soldiers opened the door for them, revealing a bedroom in disarray.

 Prince Tyson surveyed the room, his brow furrowing in concern. “Send in the maid to clean the King's bedroom,” he commanded.

The soldier nodded, his eyes filled with respect. “Yes, Prince Tyson.”

As King Aiden went to freshen up in the bathroom, Prince Tyson exits the bedroom and walked briskly down the grand hallway of the Fire Kingdom palace, his mind heavy with the weight of his responsibilities. As he passed a group of ladies from the Fire Kingdom court, Prince Tyson caught a glimpse of his beloved wife, Princess Yeongi, engaged in conversation with them. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips, momentarily lifting the burden from his heart. Princess Yeongi, always graceful and poised, had been a pillar of strength and support during these difficult times.

Princess Yeongi noticed her husband's approach and gracefully excused herself from the conversation. She walked towards him, her eyes sparkling with warmth and love. Wrapping her arm around Prince Tyson, she guided him into the King's office, closing the door behind them. The room, adorned with regal furnishings and the scent of aged parchment, provided a momentary sanctuary from the outside world.

Prince Tyson leaned against his father's desk, exhaustion evident in his deep-set eyes. Princess Yeongi stood before him, her presence radiating a calming energy. His voice filled with weariness, he asked, “What did the rumor mill have to say, my love?”

Princess Yeongi's eyes met his, her voice filled with conviction. “Sarah can be trusted, my dear. I have complete faith in her abilities. She will deliver the letter and the news to Hanina without fail. And Victor is with her, discreetly ensuring their safety.”

Prince Tyson's brow furrowed with concern. “But does Victor know about Hanina? Shouldn't he be aware of the gravity of the situation?”

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Princess Yeongi placed a gentle hand on his arm, her voice soothing. “No, my love. It's better that he remains unaware. Victor knows not to ask questions and his loyalty is unwavering. By keeping him in the dark, we protect him from potential dangers. Trust in Sarah's resourcefulness and Victor's dedication.”

Overwhelmed by the weight of his responsibilities, Prince Tyson pulled Princess Yeongi into a tight embrace, seeking solace in her presence. He pressed a tender kiss against her forehead, silently conveying his gratitude. “You do realize, my love, that I couldn't do any of this without you. Your unwavering support and wisdom are my guiding light.”

Princess Yeongi smiled softly, her eyes filled with love. “I know, my beloved. Our paths are forever intertwined, and together we will overcome any challenge that comes our way.”

In that moment, Prince Tyson's weariness subsided, replaced by a flicker of joy. He chuckled, a sound that had been absent from his life for far too long. It was Princess Yeongi's sharp wit and sarcasm that brought forth this rare moment of lightheartedness.

“You are truly my blessing, my love,” Prince Tyson whispered, his voice filled with sincerity.

Princess Yeongi's eyes sparkled with mischief as she pulled him closer, her lips meeting his in a passionate kiss. In that embrace, Prince Tyson momentarily forgot the weight of his responsibilities, the burdens of the kingdom, as he allowed himself to be consumed by the love and desire he felt for his wife.

***

As Hanina ascended the grand staircase of Rowan's mansion, a sense of anticipation mingled with curiosity hung in the air. Hanina couldn't help but wonder why Sarah had returned to the mansion once again. It had only been their second meeting since Sarah had delivered a message from Prince Maccoy the last time.

Sarah's expression faltered for a moment, betraying a flicker of unease before she quickly composed herself. “Hanina, my dear friend, I simply wanted to see your latest artwork. You know how much I appreciate your talent,” she replied, attempting to mask any traces of deceit.

“Very well,” Hanina finally conceded, her voice tinged with skepticism. “Come with me to my bedroom. I'll show you the piece I'm currently working on.”

Lucy, who had been trailing behind them, chimed in eagerly, “I can come too, can't I?”

Hanina glanced at Lucy, her gaze then shifting to the two men still carrying boxes of food. Sensing the need for privacy, she made a quick decision. “Lucy, why don't you escort our visitors to the kitchen first?” she suggested, subtly indicating Clyde and Victor.

Lucy nodded, a slightly disappointed expression flitting across her features. “Alright then, I'll show them the way,” she acquiesced, leading the men towards the kitchen.

With the distraction momentarily resolved, Hanina and Sarah hurriedly made their way down the corridor, their footsteps muffled by the plush carpet beneath their feet. As they entered Hanina's bedroom, the weight of sorrow hung heavy in the air. Sarah took a seat on Hanina's bed while Hanina paced in front of her, her mind racing with unanswered questions.

“I don't care what excuse Prince Maccoy had, there's been no word from him for over two months,” Hanina exclaimed, frustration evident in her voice.

Sarah took a deep breath, bracing herself for the painful truth she had to share. “Hanina, I don't know how to tell you this, but Prince Maccoy... he took his own life. It happened two months ago. That's why he hasn't been messaging you.”

Hanina froze, her footsteps halted, and she sank onto the bed, her eyes searching Sarah's for any sign that this was all a twisted joke. But there was no laughter, only a deep sadness mirrored in Sarah's expression.

“What?” Hanina's voice cracked with disbelief and despair.

“I am sorry, Hanina. I couldn't come sooner. The Fire Kingdom was on lockdown, and I had no way of reaching you. Prince Tyson granted me permission to be here, to bring you these,” Sarah said, her voice filled with remorse. She pulled out two letters and placed them gently into Hanina's trembling hands.

Tears streamed down Hanina's face as she clutched the letters, her heart heavy with grief. “What are these?” she managed to choke out through her sobs.

“They are letters from Prince Maccoy and Prince Tyson, meant for your eyes only,” Sarah explained softly. “Once you've read them, burn them. It's what they wanted.”

Sarah left the room, leaving Hanina alone with her devastating loss. As she unfolded Prince Maccoy's letter, her hands trembling, she could feel his presence in every word. The ink on the paper seemed to be infused with his love for her.

“My Sweet Hanina,” the letter began. “I am sorry for not being strong enough for you and our child. No matter what happens to my soul, my heart will forever beat on for you. I cannot explain the darkness that consumes my mind, but your love was the only thing that kept me going for so long. I must do this to protect you, my family, and my kingdom. Yours, Prince Maccoy.”

Hanina's tears fell unabated as she read the heartbreaking words from her beloved Prince Maccoy. Each sentence was etched into her heart, a painful reminder of a love lost.

With trembling hands, she opened the second letter, this time from Prince Tyson. As she read his words, a mix of fear and gratitude washed over her.

“Dear Hanina,” the letter began. “I know you have no reason to trust me, but I must warn you. I know you carry my brother's child. Not only is that child the only hope for my kingdom, but it also puts you in danger. Please, do whatever you can to protect the child and never reveal Prince Maccoy as the father, for your safety and the child's. If you require anything for the child, message me personally, and I will ensure you get it. Prince Tyson.”

Hanina collapsed onto her bed, the weight of grief and responsibility bearing down on her. She clung to the letters, her tears staining the precious words that connected her to both her lost love and the uncertain future that awaited her and their unborn child.

***

Marudeva contemplated Aurgelmir's recommendation, weighing the potential risks against the need for readiness. After a brief moment of consideration, he made his decision. “Very well, Aurgelmir. We will give Saichi another chance. But remember, if this course of action proves unsuccessful, the responsibility lies with you.”

Aurgelmir bowed respectfully, his smile reflecting his confidence in the decision made. With that, he turned and exited the office, leaving Marudeva to return to his duties. Marudeva sat in his office, engrossed in his work as a leader of the Dweller warriors. The weight of his responsibilities bore down on him, but his focus was interrupted by a gentle rustling sound. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a cloth, intricately embroidered with symbols that only he could interpret. As he unraveled the fabric, his eyes widened at the urgent message before him.

“Marudeva my love, I am going into labor. You must come quickly with a doctor.”

His heart skipped a beat. Without a moment's hesitation, he gathered the cloth, tucking it safely into his pocket, and hastily left his office in the Dweller Warriors training building. Determined, he approached his loyal ash horse, a magnificent creature crafted by his powers. With a swift leap, he mounted the horse and kicked it into a gallop.

Through the bustling streets of the Dweller city, Marudeva raced towards the hospital, urgency etched across his face. His presence commanded attention, and he managed to convince a doctor to accompany him on horseback. Together, they embarked on a journey through the sprawling Dweller farmlands, the horse's hooves pounding against the earth, each beat echoing Marudeva's racing heartbeat.

They rode without pause until they reached a humble farmhouse nestled amidst a sea of golden wheat fields. Marudeva's heart pounded in his chest as he leapt off his horse, his mind consumed with worry for his beloved wife and their unborn child. In a flurry of motion, he guided the doctor up the creaking wooden stairs to their bedroom, where Pyla lay in pain, her grip on their son Ramil's hand unyielding.

Marudeva's eyes met Ramil's, a mix of fear and determination shining in them. He reached out, his strong hand offering solace and reassurance. “Come, my son,” he said, his voice steady yet filled with emotion. “Let the doctor help your mother.” Ramil gripped his father's hand tightly, a silent understanding passing between them.

As the doctor attended to Pyla, Marudeva stepped out of the room with his son, the weight of the moment settling heavily upon him. He paced back and forth, his mind a whirlwind of worries and hopes. The sound of his son's steady breathing brought a measure of comfort, reminding him of the strength and resilience that ran through their veins.

With each passing minute, Marudeva's anticipation grew, his heart aching for his wife. He glanced back at the closed door, his eyes betraying a mix of fear and determination. In that moment, he vowed to protect and support his family, no matter the challenges that lay ahead. Marudeva found himself immersed in a delicate balance between tending to his young son Ramil and ensuring his wife Pyla received the necessary care. The air hummed with anticipation as Pyla's labor pains began to surge, heralding the arrival of their second child.

With a gentle touch and a reassuring smile, Marudeva guided Ramil away from the bedroom where Pyla lay, entrusting her well-being to the skilled hands of the doctor. Though worry etched lines upon his forehead, Marudeva's determination never wavered. He knew that this was just the beginning, the initial steps of a journey that would lead to the Eviancle of new life.

Leading Ramil downstairs, Marudeva set to work, conjuring up a meal that would nourish their hungry bellies. Amidst the clatter of pots and pans, laughter danced through the air as father and son engaged in playful games. Marudeva's eyes sparkled with a mix of love and responsibility, as he dedicated himself to keeping Ramil blissfully occupied.

As the hours stretched on, Marudeva's steps would occasionally lead him back to the bedroom door, his heart pounding with anticipation. With each visit, he sought solace in the doctor's calm demeanor and reassuring words, silently praying for a safe delivery. In these moments, Marudeva's love for his wife and unborn child swelled, a fierce protectiveness consuming his every thought.