Frex stared down at the strange newborn held in the midwife's arms. He couldn't believe something this terrible would happen to him. He would be shunned, insulted, the ridicule of society…
…No. He wouldn't. She would, his daughter would be tortured by everybody who ever saw her. She didn't choose to be born this way. She couldn't have. Imagined visions of her future flashed before Frex's eyes. It was terrible, the things he thought people would do to her. Trembling, he took the minutes-old girl from the midwife. He had to love her. For her sake, she needed a strong father.
The esteemed governor broke down and cried, clutching the baby close. He swore to love her until the day he died, no matter how hard. She needed him.