The halls of Daustin's royal palace echoed with anxious footsteps. King Aldric paced outside the queen's chambers, his normally composed demeanor replaced by nervous energy. The kingdom had awaited this day for months, and now, as the first cries of a newborn pierced the air, a collective breath was held.
"Your Majesty," a breathless maid burst through the ornate doors, "the queen has given birth to a healthy prince!"
Relief washed over Aldric's face. He nodded, his voice steady despite his racing heart. "Inform the royal crier. Daustin has an heir."
As the maid scurried away, Aldric entered the chamber. Queen Sylvana lay propped against silken pillows, her face glowing despite the exhaustion evident in her eyes. In her arms, wrapped in the finest linens, was their son.
"Aldric," Sylvana's voice was soft but filled with wonder, "come meet your son."
The king approached, his steps measured. As he gazed upon the infant, his breath caught. The baby's eyes were open, revealing a sight that would be whispered about for years to come. One eye was a deep, royal blue - the mark of Daustin's lineage. The other was obsidian black, as dark and mysterious as the night sky.
"His eyes..." Aldric murmured, a mix of awe and uncertainty in his voice.
Sylvana's arms tightened imperceptibly around the child. "A blessing," she said firmly, though something flickered in her gaze. "A sign of great destiny."
As if in response, the infant cooed, his mismatched eyes focusing on his father with an intensity that seemed beyond his few minutes of life.
"What shall we name him?" Aldric asked, still captivated by those extraordinary eyes.
Sylvana paused, as if listening to a voice only she could hear. "Yansel," she said finally. "His name is Yansel."
Outside, the bells of Daustin began to ring, announcing the birth of their prince. But within the quiet of the royal chamber, a secret hung in the air - one known only to the queen. For in Yansel's mismatched eyes, Sylvana saw not just the future of Daustin, but the echo of a kingdom long fallen, a legacy of dragons that flowed in her veins and now in her son's.
As night fell over the kingdom, Prince Yansel slept peacefully, unaware of the destiny that awaited him, or the memories of a past life that lay dormant in his reincarnated soul.