Bastard
Before I was born, my mother loved a man who was not her husband. This was a terrible sin because my mother was married to the man who would one day rule our nation. Her husband was away at the time of my conception fighting battles for our glory, else she might have been saved. But her shame, her adultery, was revealed to the world instead, and her lover fled the country even as her husband returned to it. They wanted my mother killed for what she'd done, for that shameful swell under her dress, but her husband loved her despite her betrayal and decreed she—and I—would live. Those were not happy months for my mother or her husband: she was a fallen woman, disgraced and shamed, and he was scorned for his mercy and soft heart. But then I was born, and my mother died, for all her husband's love and decrees. She died because I was a stubborn babe as I would be a stubborn boy and a stubborn man. She died because by the time I made my late appearance into the world, she had bled too much to recover. "Good,' said those who disapproved. "Good," said those who hate me still. "Now give the whelp to the servants and take a better wife." "No," said my mother's husband. "No," said my father. "A child of my wife's is a child of mine." And so I stayed.
I know my father is a great man, great enough to love me dearly.
I am his son.
I am Lu Ten.
A/N: STOP! Before you go become the reviewers who cried "LIES!", let me say I know this isn't canon! I KNOW. I was just ruminating on Lu Ten and how little we know about his life (let alone his mom), and this sprung to my head. Written in an hour last night. No flames please, I sincerely don't like them. In return, I won't flame you. :)
E.I. signing out