Of course it was a disaster.
She was rushing down the small, darkly lit corridor. There was no time left. The spell had to be done and it had to be done now. Turning around the bend leading to the nursery, she knew just what she had to do. No one was harming her baby. Enough was enough. The war was tearing everything apart and she refused to lose anything else to it. What ever the future had set for her, she would take open handed but her son would not be a sacrifice to appease the savage or the martyrs...He would not be a tool like she had been...all those years...centuries...
The snugly wound bundle crooned as she picked it up, holding him to her warmth and it was then that her eyes watered. For once she would be selfish. How could she not when there was so much at stake? She traced the embroidered region where she had etched his name, delicately in the rich cobalt blue that matched his father's irises, intertwining it with a viridescent hue, not quite green or gold but the region in-between.
"Aureliaus" she murmured and bright, molten azure eyes with tinges of gold watched her and the dimples that dented his cheeks caught at her heart strings. She brushed the honey of his hair away from his forehead which curled sweetly at the tips and lathered feathery kisses all over his face; smiling brokenly as he gurgled with laughter. She held him to her then, tightly against her chest, unsure of any other way or form to convey her love for him; her sweet prince.
Fear, small and fleeting, rushed through her and she wondered if she could part with him. Was she doing the right thing? Her heart pounded and she took a deep breath. He would live. It was more than she could ask for. Placing him in his cradle, she shrugged out of her jacket, wrapping it around Auri. Pulling off the amulet Klaus had given her with the Mikaelson family crest engraved on it, she placed that with the bundle and channeling her strength, she felt her magic sing through her veins like jolts of electricity.
She had grown, she realized as her magic rose to the tips of her fingers and flared outward to Aureliaus. She no longer needed the Latin scriptures of her grimoire. She supposed that a thousand year old Original vampire's knowledge would do that to a person but it was also the fact that she had his mother's archives to feed off of too; her thirst for knowledge unwavering and everlasting.
She watched as his aura lightened and blazed to a heavenly gold that brightened the room and focusing ever so slightly, she watched as he began to fade.
"Take care of him..."
It was then that she heard the rapid approach of footsteps and her power began to calm. The drain caused her to collapse but it was not before the last gurgle of Aureliaus' laughter caught her ear and she drifted off in unconsciousness with a gratified smile on her face.
This was their only solution...