THE DRAGON AND THE DOE

[brujera 1153]

 

 

Penned by,

Her Imperial Highness,

the Duchess of Grense

Anno Domini, 25th of Harren's Folly, 2045

 

 

 

The Imperial Coupling c. 2043 

The Princess Elizabeth of Balamena, and the Crown Prince Hadrian Tiberias

 

et it be known unto all, that by the unfailing mercy of His Lord Almighty, beneath his divine power and providence, on this day, 24th of the Harren's Folly, 2045 the year of our lord, within the sanctified confines of the Castle Tiberias, Her Imperial Highness Elizabeth of Balamena hath been laid to bed after thirty hours of labour, and the delivery of the Imperial coupling’s third and fourth issue. The Prince and Princess were, after a travail of many hours and with the attendance of the most learned of physicians, delivered in safe harmony into our mortal realm. His blessing, as performed by a clergyman of the Holy Mother Church, was done in the Holy Rite in swaddles of white silk.

By the Lord’s august mercy, both mother and babes are in fine health. The twin babes, the third son and first daughter, show the hallmarks of fine health in every measure: their voices loud and hearty, their countenance pinkish, limbs well formed, and grasps full and firm. Full dark locks crown their heads, and verdant eyes mark them as trueborn scion of the dragon. Furthermore, in witness and confirmation of this rightful nativity, the Arbiter Draconis hath been made personally present for their birth, to attest to their dragonblooded lineage. Rejoice, fair sons of Horen, for the blood the Dragon runs strong, and hath now been made secure with the birth of our third and fourth heirs.

 

 

@Milenkhov

@hopey

Spoiler

Credits to @mojanghunter for formatting.

 

[Werew0lf 24181]

The imperial prince stared listlessly at the cradle. Hadrian’s expression seemed void of any joy—it was calm, there was a faint smile that plastered his lips, but it did not seem different from his usual demeanour. With a trembling hand, the prince gently brushed his face; his features were gaunt, his eyes bagged, absent of empathy. 
 

“You have done well,” commented Hadrian—he turned his back on the two babes, but something tugged at his drape. It was his daughter, Livia ( @hopey) grasping at the seams of his cloth. 
 

The prince squinted at his own child. 
 

Perhaps, he would come to love one of them. 
 

To the sons, he only saw them as a means of seeing the Empire progress.

[Yeetboy0206 1574]

Maddock read the news as he cared for his own son. "...Thirty hours with twins...lucky." He reminisced on the fact that his only son should have had a brother.... 

[hopey 364]

10 hours ago, Werew0lf said:

The imperial prince stared listlessly at the cradle. Hadrian’s expression seemed void of any joy—it was calm, there was a faint smile that plastered his lips, but it did not seem different from his usual demeanour. With a trembling hand, the prince gently brushed his face; his features were gaunt, his eyes bagged, absent of empathy. 
 

“You have done well,” commented Hadrian—he turned his back on the two babes, but something tugged at his drape. It was his daughter, Livia ( @hopey) grasping at the seams of his cloth. 
 

The prince squinted at his own child. 
 

Perhaps, he would come to love one of them. 
 

To the sons, he only saw them as a means of seeing the Empire progress.

 

Potent with vitality, Livia Caesonia churned in her plume-embedded crib, her blithe lips thinning in pursuit of cogent felicity. Fawn eyes dawned the Prince of Man, telling only of a peerless promise– a glow ever expectant in verve, it appeared impossible to eclipse…