"You are the first," She tells Her son, smiling. It is an empty sort of smile, but the boy does not yet know enough about existence to realize this.
The boy hears you are the best. Everything that comes afterward will be superfluous. Unnecessary. All that is needed is Her first son.
The boy smiles in return, ignoring the frown on his father's face. "Yes, Mother." He takes Her hand, too distracted by the sights of the Gardens blooming about them to notice the frown that She gives their linked hands.
One day, he knows, this will all be his.
