"I swallow my words," Cynric leaned against the closest tree to the pond, watching as his son leaped near the cradle that held little Emeric.
"Hmm?" Arabella's attention turned from the lovely scene to the wolfman, "What do you mean?"
In response, he clears his throat first, "The novamater suits you very well," he nodded, eyes going over the red, traditional dress donned by new vampire mothers, "I was one of the first to believe you'd never get to wear it if you stayed in this marriage,"
An entire week had slipped by since the birth of their child.
The welcome ceremony held for him was one of the grandest, considering the exception he was.
To be born from the union of a human woman and a vampire was something unheard of until his time came.
The people traveled from every corner of the kingdom to witness the miracle with their own eyes. The king of Lustris himself made the trip all the way to the Eleazar manor which beat with life, vibrated, bathed in the blessing of the moon.
