Prolouge:
The sky above was cloudy and filled with the sounds of roaring thunder, and electrifying blue strikes of lightning. A two year old was cuddled into his mothers chest as they sat in the carriage. His innocent ebony eyes looked up at his mother in fear, but she only held him closer.
"Hush baby, we'll be there soon." The mother coo'd. Across from her, her husband and ten year old son were sitting and watching. Her son with an adoring smile upon his face, his long hair pulled into a low ponytail behind him. He wore a black long sleeve shirt with the family crest on the sleeve. Her husband sat gruffly. Clearly annoyed with the weather.
"Dear, don't coddle him. It will only make him weak. He needs to be strong. No son of mine can be weak. And he'll be responsible for protecting his brother." The man grumbled, glaring. The woman sighed seeing her eldest wince. He knew what was expected of him and felt sorry for his baby brother.
"I will coddle my baby as I choose to dear. He is two years old." The woman huffed, squeezing him closer. He quickly fell asleep, his navy blue onesie and red fluffy blanket enough to keep him cozy on the chilly October evening.
Elsewhere, two blue eyes opened for the first time. Little tufts of blond hair shown through his almost bald head. The blanket he was swathed in was a light orange. For his mother had wanted red, and his father yellow. They compromised. The young boy was in the arms of a semi conscious blond.
In the background there was yelling. But the redhead was too far gone to hear. She looked her baby over and smiled at him. She knew she don't have long, so she held him close, emitting him to her memory. Before long they took the small bundle from her arms. She gave a small smile.
"I love you my child." She whispered, closing her eyes. A blond man dropped to his knees beside her, a hand on each side of her face, begging her to open her eyes. But he knew it was too late. His wife had passed, giving him a son. He sobbed next to her. He cursed the gods, the earth, and the weather, for keeping the doctor so long. If she had arrived sooner, they might have been able to save her.
The blond man cursed, and a few hours later he left his deceased wife's side, assisting the nurse with his newborn. He held the child in his arms. He cradled him close. Humming softly, he went to his own chambers, where he sat and had his baby in his arms. Tears spilled from his eyes.
A nurse followed after him with a bottle. She poked his shoulder from behind and smiled, whispering "Submissive" to him, before handing him the bottle and leaving him to mourn. As she shut the doors, she heard the heart wrenching sobs of the man.
Two days later the carriage arrived at its destination. The family inside hurried out. They made their way swiftly inside. The woman carrying her youngest. The woman's husband lead them, stopping upon reaching a big doorway. They went inside, to see a single lump under a large mattress, and a white crib next to the lump. The woman walked to the crib, and saw a beautiful sunshine baby smiling up at her. Meanwhile, the man poked the lump. The lump, the blond man, emerged, tears eyes telling them what they had already assumed. The baby's mother hadn't made it.
The two families cried, but made a promise, that the two littlest ones would be betrothed, finally uniting the two families. A few days of grieving later, the ebony haired family returned home, leaving the blond man and his baby to pick up the pieces.
