Authors Note: I've always found prologues meaningless. But maybe you don't.
Two gorgeous people- a man and a woman- stood over their sleeping son. The man- tall with dark hair and blue eyes- was named Alexander. The woman- slender, elegant, with blonde hair braided down to her waist and green eyes- was named Amelia.
"Oh dear, he's beautiful, and he has your eyes," said Amelia lovingly to her husband.
"And your beautiful hair," her husband cooed in return.
"What do you think we should name him?" she asked, gently running her fingers down the little boy's pale white face.
"Mihael," he whispered.
She laughed, "Mihael!" She threw herself into her husbands' arms and they beamed with happiness.
"My little Mihael…" she whispered.