It was a very windy night at Crawford, in the house of the duke of Windsor county, a small part of the Ivanovna Kingdom, there was the scream and cries of a woman but it could not be heard as the thunder roared and lightning cracked continuously even though there was no rain, the duchess who has been in labor for more than two hours was in serious pain as the baby refused to come out, at one point the midwives thought it was a dead foetus.
As if trying to send them a message, the baby moved a bit and soon the head was out. At that moment, the duke was busy pacing around at the corridor after making sure his son was tucked in bed. He walked to the end of the corridor where a curve went to the stairs going down, he was alarmed when a woman suddenly appeared out of thin air and blocked his way.
She raised her dainty fingers when he was about to call for his guard, surprisingly he was able to calm down and felt very relaxed. "I am not here to harm you duke of Windsor" her voice was bold matching her tall and imposing physique, she had auburn hair and an enchanting blue eyes.
"The child about to be born is the Eminence, no one must know of her birth on this particular day,if you want her to live long and peacefully" she handed him a necklace "have this around her neck at all time, she must NEVER take it off". He collected it with shaky hands still trying to make a sense of what was happening.
Before the duke could ask her any questions, she disappeared into thin hair, the same way she came. The duke shuddered in fear as his eyes went wide, surprised by what just happened.
Before he could properly digest what was going on, one of the midwives ran to him with a shocked smile on her face "congratulations milord, you have a little princess now" she said trying to make her smile more natural. The duke heart skipped a beat, without waiting to know why the midwive had such a strange expression on her face he rushed to the delivery room.
On entering, he noticed how silent everywhere was, the midwife who was bathing the child was shaking so much that the eldest woman among them offered to wash the baby and did so calmly with no expression on her face. He furrowed his brows and walked towards his beautiful wife who seem to be In a deep sleep. "Is my wife all right"" his voice resonated in the room and the midwives snapped out of their reverie to see the duke kneeling my the duchess bedside while cradling her hands.
A midwife stepped forward. "she's only tired from the labor pain milord and she bled a little, so she needs to rest" the duke nodded his head in relief but still looked worried as he stared at her sweaty and pale face, he reached out his hand to move the hair sticking to get face to a side before reaching for a towel to wipe her sweat away.
He gently wiped her face with eyes only on her, it was obvious how much he loved his wife. After making sure she was okay, he knew he couldn't stall anymore, he took in a deep breath. "No matter what she looks like, she is my beloved daughter" he reminded himself before moving to the baby who hasn't cried since she was born and now had her eyes open making the two midwives present in the room gasp.
He was ready to see the worst appearance he could ever think of, he saw a head full of white hair as she was passed to him wrapped in a cloth now. His heartbeat became very loud, he gazed down at her face and became stiff. Moments later tears streamed down his eyes "my daughter...... My beautiful angel" he just knew he would love this little bundle of joy with his entire being.
As if taking him up on his promise, she wrapped her little hand around his finger and blinked her golden eyes. She was a beautiful little thing with white hair and golden eyes.