"Don't cry, little child." A young girl rocked a baby in her arms back and forth, holding his small head in the crook of her arm. "Please stop crying."
There were dark circles of exhaustion under her eyes yet again as the sick baby screamed to the high heavens, probably alerting the residents of every other palace in the harem.
A tiny pair of hands grabbed emptily at the air as the wailing baby cried even louder, so deep in his distress that his cute little face had completely wrinkled and it seemed like he would spit out his lungs.
Despite it, Verinia still thought that he was the most beautiful child in the world. She admired his tiny face, swept the dark curls away from his forehead and caressed his silken cheek.
