Deap in the castle Lays the woman that gave birth to the righteous child. Battered and bruised she pushes on, until she can hear her newborn's first breath as she herself draws her last.
"Well what a sight."
A gard says while coming down the stairs. He turns to open the cold bar door to retrieve the infant.
"I pity you for your fate will be decided by your father, and I already know his decision."
The gard steps into the throne room child in hand, and approaches Willven with a bent nee.
The gard need not even explain Willven's face had already turned to disgust, but a voice speaks to only him in a mear moment and its over. The gard looks up to see Willven's face now drenched in cold sweat and fear, like he saw a ghost or a god.
"It will stay as it is and w..we'll keep it here."
Willven says with a studer and a twich. The gard looked at him in pure shock for he didn't expect this outcome to even exist.
( And a catalyst of change is brought into being, mar this not.)