Inside the dark castle was dark room lit with crimson red light. There was nothing in the room except a sizeable black bed, a cradle near the bed, and a large mirror facing the bed's head.
"Argh," a woman dressed in entirely black armor growled, struggling to reach for the child crying in the cradle.
She held her stomach in one hand and used the other hand to move toward the child.
The baby kept crying for its mother, and only when the woman touched the child it stop crying.
"Come here," gritting her teeth to fight the pain, he gently lifted the baby from the cradle and placed it on her chest,
"Who hurt my butterball?" She kissed the baby,
As though the baby sensed its mother's pain, it tried to reach out for her face with its tiny soft hands,
