In the country of Nightingale.
Inside a majestic dark castle, in a well-lit room, very contrasting to the outside dark and gloomy atmosphere. A silver-haired, purple-eyed lady that appeared to be in her early 30s was sitting on a big bed with a small infant in her arms to whom she was breastfeeding. She was looking lovingly at the child she just gave birth to. She didn't understand why the child didn't make any noise or why he didn't cry at all after he was born but after feeling his heartbeat and his eyelids fluttering she understood that he was healthy.
"Congratulations, madam!" A maid said.
"Congratulations mom! Can I hold my brother?" A beautiful lady with the same features as the one holding the child said. She, too, had the same silver hair, purple eyes and her face was sculpted with no imperfections and appeared to be in her early 20s. If she hadn't stated that the lady infront of her was her mom then everyone would've mistaken her for being her sister.
"No dear, right now he is fragile. You can hold him after a few days okay?" The lady said smiling. Her smile was very warm and her gaze was very gentle.
"Fine." Said the lady in her 20s sulking.
"Now, now dear, Mother is tired and your brother needs to be fed too. Can you come back later please?" The lady said in a gentle tone.
"Okay." The lady in her 20s said in a neutral tone and left along with the maid.
"You must be hungry right, my baby? Don't worry mother is here for you and she'll always love and protect you." The lady said in a much gentler way than before and in a much more loving way and low voice as if even the slightest thing could hurt the baby in her arms.
The baby opened his eyes and looked at her and she too smiled at him after noticing his gaze and lowered him and opened her robes for him to breastfeed.
Time passed. A few days later.
The lady in her 20s came back into the room.
"Mom, now can I hold him?" She asked in a pleading tone and with a puppy face.𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶
"Here, dear, but be gentle okay?" The lady said in a concerned voice.
"Okay, okay, but give him to me now."
The lady hands over her baby to her and looks at her in a concerned way and gets ready to make her move in case anything happens.
Hmm? What's happening again? I felt something weird. I open my eyes and once again I feel shocked. How did my mother get younger wtf? And how did her breast reduce in size? I started making noises after I saw her but alas, what was heard was a baby's crying or that's what my mother thought because I felt someone grabing me and I once again looked and found the familiar face of my mother. Oh she's here. So who was the one who was just holding me? I try to move my face to look again but I cannot. It's a child's body that is only a few days old, it makes sense I guess.
"Mom, why did you take him back?" The lady in her 20s said.
"He was crying dear. I think he found himself with someone not familiar to him and started crying." She said in a gentle way, her previous concerns all gone.
"Hmph! You just don't want to be separated from him, don't give me excuses."
"Oh oops, seems like I got caught" she said jokingly and extended her hand gesturing for the lady in her 20s to come sit beside her.
The lady in her 20s came and sat beside her, now looking at her little brother directly and much more clearly than before.
"Wow! He looks so much like you mom."
"Don't you look like me too?"
"Well I am your daughter so it makes sense."
"…"
"…"
"Anyway, I've decided on his name."
"Oh tell me, tell me, tell me quick mother."
"Calm down. His name will be Alexander. Alexander Blackheart."