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Characters: Izana Wistalia, Shirayuki
Pairing: Possible one-sided Izana
Wordcount: 631
Rating: General, Romance
Timeline: Between Chapter 41 and Chapter 49
Quotes: "Sweeter than the perfume of roses is a reputation for a kind, charitable, unselfish nature; a ready disposition to do to others any good turn in your power."
― Orison Swett Marden
"Papa?"
Izana blinked twice and saw himself looking up at a couple of unfamiliar faces against the background of deep blue skies. His eyes were shielded from the bright sun by his outstretched hand.
Papa?
They were two. A boy and a girl. They both looked about three in age, chubby faces and cheeks tinged with pink. The boy had blue eyes and blonde hair, while the girl had green eyes ..and red hair.
Red hair. Red hair and green eyes.
He lifted himself up, propping his elbows on the grassy ground to look at the two children properly. He pushed a lock of blonde hair away from his forehead.
Was he dreaming?
Were these two, Shirayuki and Zen's children?
The girl giggled, "Papa took another nap again." She was holding a clump of violets in one hand.
The boy leaned closer and nudged Izana. "Papa, if you are sick you should go to mama."
"Mama?" he asked, amused at the little boy who looked so much like Zen. He lifted one hand and cupped the boy's chin.
"Of course! Mama will give you medicine!" the girl poked his nose with her pinkie, the violets smothering his nose for a bit, their delicious scent imprinting on his mind.
"Am I your father?" he asked, somewhat incredulous.
Two pairs of eyes looked at him in great consternation.
"Of course!" they replied in unison.
"Papa, are you sure you are not sick?" The girl with luminous green eyes bumped her forehead with his. Izana felt his heart melt.
"Papa must have hit his head on a tree." The boy persisted. "Come, let's take you to Mama!" He tugged at his arm.
"Stop! I'm okay! I did not hit my head. See?" He held up his hand in mock surrender. "I believe you!" he laughed, unable to resist their adorable faces.
Feeling at ease despite his initial confusion, he was persuaded by the boy to play, tossing him a ball which he tossed back so that the young one could catch it with his chubby hands.
The young girl sat, leaning heavily beside him as she tried to weave the violets into a wreath. The final outcome was a clumsily made flower crown, which he allowed her to place on his head, earning him a good noisy kiss on the cheek.
The two kids were rambunctious, curious and gleeful as they played about. He looked around his surroundings, and surmised he was at Wistal Castle, judging by the garden layout he was keenly familiar with. There seemed to be no one nearby to disturb them, though he could see glimpses of guards stationed near the towers and the high castle walls serving as protection from sieges. Just like any other normal day in Wistal.
"Yuki? Izano?"
The two young kids stopped running about and became animated at the sound of someone calling their names.
"Mama!" They both yelled in welcome.
"Mama! Are you finished with your work?" The girl named, Yuki ran towards a woman with glowing red hair.
"Mama, I think you better go and attend to Papa. He might be sick!" The boy named Izano ran up to the woman and he was lifted up and given a resounding kiss on the cheek.
Izana had to squint his eyes in an attempt to take a good look.
The woman approaching him wore a lab coat and underneath a silky dress of light purple. There was no mistake on the hair. It was red as apples. As red as the hair on the young girl. Only hers was longer, flowing like a fiery red waterfall.
And her green eyes were sparkling with mischief.
His heart pounded loudly on his ears.
His wife. His queen. The mother of these two children.
It was Shirayuki.
Author's Notes
Flower Meaning:
Pomegranate flower - elegance
Violets – modesty, faithfulness, virtue and affection. Blue Violets mean watchfulness and "I'll always be true"; White Violets means "let's take a chance on happiness"
Orchids – (Cattleya) mature charm