A child that had blood mixed with a woman referred to as a witch and a madwoman and a prince that would rule a realm of darkness. We were destruction ready to happen but when we heard your cry, the joy on her face was everything, and the ceremony to name you approached.
The ceremony was everything she had hoped for and for that I had decided to let my guard down. To become comfortable and I did. I let my guard down. I let her down. I was too drunk. Too sloppy. Too distracted to not see that she needed me and then I heard her own cry. Her own damn cry. It was monstrous. It literally shook the very realm. She feared for you instead of fearing for herself… I named you that day.
I named you Drystan, one who is full of sorrow even though your mother was named Aria. Yet she was the mad queen to the mundane
