In a sprawling mansion, within an extravagant room both in size and appearance, a beautiful woman was currently experiencing the joys of childbirth. The joy was shown, through clear expression of exertion and a wail of agony, the joy is felt. Within the room, there are only a handful of people within the room. In fact, they are the entirety of the residence, not including their only staff, Mary, a maid preparing a feast.
A man with long flowing red hair, held behind him with a black, weathered band. He was facing out the large window, on one side of the room, with his hands clasped behind his back. His face was emotionless as ever. However if one were to look closely, they would be able to see the mad gleam of anticipation within his eyes. Yet, within himself, he felt both bitter and concerned about what he will need to tell his daughter. The concern growing within his heart pertained to his first grandchild’s future. Behind him, reacting in their own way, were three others.
Of the three was a Beautiful blond woman, with flawless fair skin, striking blood-red eyes, a figure that could only be said to be; Peerless. The women herself, is the wife of the red haired man, Chris Eyore. Her given name was, Lily Malissie. As of this moment, she was in the middle of helping to soothe her daughter as she gave birth. Lily was doing all she could to calm her daughters breathing. This action was to keep her from hyperventilating; in all honesty, hyperventilating shouldn’t be possible for someone with her level of power. But this particular circumstance however… it is an exception among the few.
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To the side of Chris and lily’s daughter, a handsome man with long flowing black hair, streamline muscle hidden within a gown like garment. He had a lean figure, sharp yet smooth facial features almost like a woman. You would also find deep blue, almost black eyes, which seem to pull you in the longer you look. He was showing similar emotions to what Chris had been keeping from the view of others, albeit a lot more obvious and without the specific concerns Chris held. He was holding her hand, although a bit tight, it is understandable for he, Lin Jian, is her husband. However, though he shows more emotion than Chris, it too is on a somewhat cold… ‘Stiff’ face.
Finally, we have the mother giving birth. A beautiful woman, appearing not much younger than her mother and father. Her milky white, untainted, skin. Her hair was black with tips of gold gold. The black in her hair is an oddity in her family, but the gold is obviously from her mother. The gold appears on the tip of every strand of hair, as it reaches a certain length, the black slowly changes to gold, usually below her shoulder blades.
At this very moment, she was in intense agony, which coupled with the strange addition and sense of happiness; it was the birth of her first child. For the type of beings her family members are, a child’s birth is rare. The child wouldn’t be born until more than 6 years after initial conception, but the child’s body would be fully developed by the 11th month. What she learnt from her mother, sadly ‘after’ giving birth, is that for their race, birth is exceedingly painful for the mother, more so than other races.
The mothers of her race have also made it a habit ‘Not’ to tell their children about the pain; particularly their daughters. The men of the Race have also adopted in this ‘habit’… towards the girls at the least.
“The baby is coming!” The white jade like, flawless skinned, blond women yelled lightly.