Faith held onto her child tightly, but gently. The little girl was sleeping quietly, but the mother had a cold hand of fear around her heart.
For the child was the daughter of Baron Morgarath, and he was a man that she thought that wouldn't be a good father. She looked up as the door to her chambers was opened.
Morgarath walked into the room where his child was, his eyes falling first to the child, then to the mother. He gave her a smile and a soft kiss before looking down at the child, gently putting a hand on her head.
"I wasn't expecting to see you, my Lord." Faith said, smiling, though it was mostly one of fear. The child blinked at Morgarath's gentle touch, and looked up at the two of them, her black eyes wide and curious.
"She has my eyes," was all he said before he straightened. "I have guests coming, I do not want to see you until they are gone." With that, he turned and left the room, shutting the door behind him.
Faith watched him go, a relieved expression on her face. She looked down at her daughter. "Don't worry, Emily. I'll keep you safe."
Two days came and went, and Faith was soon walking around the castle, Emily in her arms. Faith hummed and rocked her daughter in her arms. Emily was cooing and smiling.
Morgarath walked toward Faith and Emily, stopping as he saw them. "Faith," he said, looking at the woman who'd gave birth to his child whom was in her arms.
Faith looked up at Morgarath, and suddenly had a pit grow into her stomach. "My Lord," She replied, bowing as best she could with a child in her arms.
"May I?" he asked, holding his arms to the child.
She smiled and nodded, gently giving him the child. She bit back a "Mind her head," not knowing what his reaction would be.
He gently took the child and looked down at her, his expression unreadable as he looked down at her.
The head servant came down the hallway, looking for Faith. "They need you in the kitchen," He said to Faith, glancing at Morgarath for a moment.
"I can't leave my daughter..." Faith replied, looking at Morgarath to see his reaction. "She's not old enough."
Emily looked up at Morgarath, a smile on her features, her black eyes shining with the curiosity of a infant.
His expression softened just slightly at her smile before he looked up at Faith. "I can watch her, besides, there are other servants who can help take care of her. Go do your job," he said, his voice not soft, but not super harsh either.
Faith nodded, bowing and leaving with the head servant. Emily gurgled and cooed, reaching up her hands and clenching her fists, still smiling.
Morgarath looked down at the child, watching her as if he was trying to see something that wasn't there.
Emily reached up and grabbed some of her father's hair. She pulled on it, before laughing a gurgling laugh.
He gasped and then glared at her, holding her away from him. "No," he said, his voice harsh. Though he knew a baby probably wouldn't understand.
Her smile only seemed to widen, and she laughed again, ever a prankster.
His eyes narrowed and he then called for one of the other female servants to take her. The woman came in, bowing and gently taking the child in her arms, rocking the child.
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