In a certain world in the 4th high dimension in a particularly eye catching palace located in the empire of Novate a woman's relentless ear piercing scream could be heard.
"Ahhhghhhhh!" A woman with beautiful white-silver hair that somehow reminds people of the moon with excessively beautiful appearance and sculpted-like features could be heard. Her pale complexion did not even lessen her beauty, but contrary to her appearance the woman's aura that is terrifyingly vast and calm like the ocean would certainly caught people totally off guard. But at the moment, her appearance and aura is not important as the woman is currently having the biggest shit in her life- I mean giving birth.
'Shit, I thought it's just gonna be a walk in the park that royal doctor lied!' the woman thought.
The woman was about to scream once more but a person's hand was gripping her soft ones tightly that it was starting to pale much more.
"I know you can do it, hang in there Dominique"
The person that was holding the woman's hand was a man with jet black hair that is the total contrast of the woman's, he has features that would make even a devil want to covet because of how sin inducing it was with his sculpted-like features starting from his devil cut hair, a heart shaped face, square jaw and thin lips along with his pointed nose and silver-grey eyes that makes people just wanna stare for eternity, but just like his companion's appearance it is totally useless at the moment.
"Fuck off! Why don't you give birth instead of me, then?" the woman retorted with sarcasm lacing her voice
"Ohh! Your Majesty please keep it up! I can see the child's head already! Keep pushing!" The matron said, rather excitedly without minding the woman's words at all.
"Rahhhh! Shut up, old hag!"
"..."
"Your Majesty, please keep your dignity!" A woman in her 50's went to the side of the woman and reprimanded her while wiping some crocodile tears in her cheeks.
"Lucela you said this would be easy!" The woman replied, no, she whined.
"B-but it was easy for me before-"
"Oh shut up! you're single!"
....
As the woman said those words, silence ensued until...
"Waaaaah! Wahhhh!"
An infant's cry was heard.
"Oh! Your Majesty, congratulations! it's a prince! The First imperial prince has been born!"
The matron celebrated as she handed the child with jet black hair with streaks of silver to the nurse as she cut off the umbilical cord of the child and wrapped it in a white cloth.
"Congratulations Your Majesty The Emperor, Your Majesty The Empress"
The people in the room celebrated the occasion as the woman who is presumably the Empress smiled and asked for her child.
"He's tiny…" the Empress said as the matron brought the child to her
"He reminds me of you, Zephyr" The Empress said as she smile and gazed at his companion who also has a rare smile on his face
"No, he looks like you"
"What? but he has black hair though"
"No, he has silver streaks"
"No..."
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Their argument continued on who the child takes more after until the Empress has fallen asleep and the people still celebrating, but their is one person who is not happy about this particular situation and that is...
'What the fuck is up with them? Gah, I'm hungry I spent my last bit of energy into faking that cry, ugh, one more month in that cramped space and I'd lose my mind'
The child with jet black hair and streaks of silver who is presumably the First Imperial Prince thought, rather annoyed at his current shameful situation and just... annoyed at everything, I guess.