Chapter 2 - Growing Up
Growing up wasn't easy, it isn’t like novels I read when I was a highschooler, a baby can’t see until his first year of life, so u can guess how much trouble it was to recognise every person by my side. The first four months there wasn’t anything important, I couldn’t see, I couldn’t leave my baby cradle, so it was a time of nothing to do. I almost don’t see anyone apart from my mother and my milkmaid, who by signal has some nice breast, almost as big as me.
After these four months, my vision developed a little and I could see much better, not like an adult but much better, I still had trouble depth perception, but the coordination of my body was much better, it’s like my brain is waking up after a long time of coma, everything was a little more easy.
Today I completed the half year age and it is my first Social Day. My mother took me in her arms and put me in a baby cloth. The instant she put it in me I felt something different, I was lighter, and there was a feeling of being protected, I can’t explain better than the feeling a baby should have in its mother's womb.
With me in her arms she walked by big corridors, with real knights guarding side by side. ‘This castle is So Big’ was my only thought. It was a Castle, but looked more like the Vatican with so much gold, this place wasn’t built, it was forged. ‘So, I’m rich, very much rich.’
My mother had to walk about half an hour to reach a lively place, where there were several people talking, music in the background and, surprisingly, dancers giving a show. They are dancing with red ribbons, little to no clothes, and some of them clearly weren’t human, some with fur covering the whole body with a tiger pattern, some with just fox ears and tails.
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As the party goes on, my mother, a beautiful human woman who goes by the name of Diana, talks with everyone, some parts of the talk I can’t yet understand, something about the kingdom borders, the new school, and something about magic and knights. After some talk they talk about me, she introduces me and everyone congratulates us, smyle without the eyes and stops looking at us. My mother takes the cue and go to the next target.
About three hours of this, a man enter the place, the guards cry names that I come to know as titles of the King, one of them worry me like nothing else, ‘The Revolutionary King’. By the look in his purple eyes, he has a lot of pride in the title.
He goes up the stage, the musician hurriedly stops the show. “Let’s begin the ceremony” he says with his powerful voice, the sound filled with command. My mother gives her best to hide her nervousness, but I can feel her hands trembling. As she goes up on the stage I can see everyone looking at us, I can almost see their heads working in a plot to take advantage of us.
The King approaches and I can feel the hearth of my mom going crazy. He inclim himself to whisper and in my mom's ears he says: “I sorry Daina, this baby wasn't supposed to be born, I didn’t fight my entire life to see the puritans win!” . The smile on my mother's face fades. The King looks to the front and says: “This baby is my son, and so the one I must protect with my best. Now I name him First Duke Archie Tristan Kingsblood, as a late baby he doesn't have the support to fight the thorne neither he has the power to survive the Fight for the Chair. May the gods light your way and be rightful King's Right Hand!”