Jungkook giggled as he stared happily at the phone screen. He was live in the dorms with you behind the camera. It was no secret that Jungkook loved talking to and answering the fans questions, he honestly would do anything for them. For you it was blessing just to watch him in his aura.
He had done a lot of requests that the armies had asked him and they just kept coming, piling up in the chat. Each close to the same as the one previous. While he talked and fulfilled the requests of many armies his eyes would flick upwards to you with a small smile.
Of course he was happy to be talking with the people that supports him but the fact that the person he loved was watching him and helping him made the young boys heart swell. Life for him was definitely perfect at this moment.
“Rap Suga’s part of Cypher” Jungkook read out making you release a quiet giggle. Jungkook raised his eyebrow at you obviously mentally challenging you, there was no part of his mind which doubted that he could do it being the cocky boy he is. Your relationship was no secret to anyone watching in fact you had both gone public quite sometime ago and he is so grateful for that day now he could show you off to the world.
Whilst keeping a steady hand you moved to turn on the music which was just loud enough to hear him over. You skipped ahead to the chorus before Yoongi’s part had started and waited patiently with Jungkook for it to start. A couple seconds into the rap and Jungkook had already stumbled into the word clearly being defeated by the speed of his hyung
Finally once Yoongi’s part had ended Jungkook had finished as well hanging his head low just listening to your mockery. Gathering his pride he sat silently battling with the embarrassment but not after long he had joined in with your never ending laughter. “That was cute” You observe while gathering your breath. “Y/N It wasn’t meant to be cute!” Jungkook defends trying to bite back his laughter. “Kookie, everything you do is cute”.
I need some Daddy Daughter Time with Byron and Emma, Please do it I'll do anything ANYTHING
You’ll do anything? Then Anon, bring me the Haisute casts! (o´艸`)
A small whine across him.
A soft tap on his desk.
A pout unseen.
“Yes, love?” From the document he was reading, Byron finally looked up to gaze at his four-year-old daughter who was standing in front of his desk, or what he could see of her for that matter.
The young king could only see his daughter’s eyes and hair for his humongous desk absolutely dwarfed her. He was even pretty certain that she was standing on tippy toes with the way she was tightly clenching the edge of his desk for support.
Wide (E/C) eyes stared back at him for a second before her brows furrowed, an indication that she was pouting at him. “Daddy, you promised we will go see the puppies today!” she whined, but because her mouth was hidden behind the desk it came out a bit muffled.
Byron resisted the strong urge to smile as he rearranged the documents he was reading and stood up from his chair. The squeal Emma let out at his actions placed all the resistance in vain as he swept his daughter into his arms. “Have you asked Uncle Sid about seeing Jess today though?” he asked as he walked out of his office with her in his arms.
Tiny arms wrapped his neck as Emma wiggled to face him. Bopping him on the nose, she giggled. “Silly Daddy. Uncle Sid told me I could visit Jess anytime.”
Byron smiled at his daughter before giving her a sound kiss on both of her rosy cheeks which made her giggle once more. “Then let’s go see Jess.”
Deja vu, Byron thought as he looked up from his desk and found himself staring back at his daughter’s wide (E/C) eyes. “I thought you’re going to pick flowers with Uncle Nico today?”
“I want Daddy to come with us!” Emma exclaimed without preamble as the door to Byron’s office opened and in came Nico.
“Emma, are you ready?” the younger male asked.
“I want Daddy to join us, Uncle,” Emma said as she looked at Nico before she returned to stare at Byron who was staring at her with a completely blank gaze.
Seriously, he really couldn’t believe that this tiny adorable creature was his.
Emma, who seemed to have taken Byron’s silence as a no, tightened her grip on the desk as her eyes watered. “Daddy does not want to go with me?” she asked, voice dropping to a whisper.
“Emma…” Nico was about to move to comfort the young princess when Byron beat him to it. The king swiftly got up from his chair and pulled the sniffing child in his arms, letting her hide her face at the crook of his neck.
“I’m sorry, my love. Don’t cry please,” he murmured as he rubbed her back comfortingly. “I’m not saying no,” he added and the sniffles immediately stopped. “I just have to finish work quickly and then I’ll follow you and Uncle Nico to the gardens, is that okay?”
Emma, her eyes still sparkling with unshed tears, nodded vigorously. “Pinky swear, Daddy,” she said as she extended her pinky finger to him, her expression so determined which had Byron and Nico secretly found cute.
“Pinky swear,” Byron repeated as he tangled his pinky with hers. The delighted face his daughter made was enough to make the young king’s heart swell with love and adoration.
This is his child and he will go through any lengths just to see her safe and happy.
Even if it means having to wear the flower crowns she’s keen on making for him.
And yes, thirty minutes later, the queen and Albert found the three of them at the garden with Emma and Nico picking flowers while Byron sat watching them wearing a flower crown on his head.
How much hope could fit in this young writer’s heart! It swelled happily at a mere sight of the beautiful man before him, whose eyes were so expressive with love.
Credence rocked gently in Percival’s embrace, lips pressed to the sweaty skin of his forearm. Wind played with the man’s shortcut fringe, caressed his cheeks with delicacy.
“Never knew I could feel like this,” he mumbled against Percival’s skin. Even as a writer he could barely find words to describe what he felt. Everything around him seemed so beautiful and new. Like he had never seen the sky before, the way it sparkled and shone down on the two of them, embracing each other and being embraced by mild morning sun.
Credence felt a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth and he imprinted that secret smile on a place where no one could see, but where Percival would feel. The young man’s lips touched Percival’s chest as he kissed and smiled at the same time. How much he wanted to hide that smile on other places, and so he moved up and traced the collarbone with his full lips, aligned his mouth curve to the curve of Percival’s shoulder, finally searching for his lips to vanish inside his kiss.
“Every day I love you more and more,” Credence whispered in a hot mouth which opened willingly. And when an eager tongue flicked at his lips, he couldn’t help the electrifying feeling deep inside him which brought too much happiness for him to bear. If only Percival could listen to his heart, he’d probably have heard it sing.
And Percival could have said those very words and his heart must have been singing the same song as he held Credence close to his heart. Just a few days ago he truly had nothing. What were the jewels he had to wear, what were the costumes of glitter and silk that he put on every night to entertain people who only saw him as an object and subject of their one-night-stand passions? Now his heart raced as it told him that he was given everything.
He would have stood on the edge of the wide French hotel balcony, Credence pressed to him and their bodies wrapped in one wrinkled sheet, and he would have watched the seasons change, winter to spring, but he knew that even with days, weeks and months passing by, he would have loved Credence until the end of time.
There were days when Credence, lying on top of him and admiring, would look up, his face suddenly so sad, and ask:
“What if Lord Grindelwald discovered us, Percival?”
Percival would take Credence’s hands in his own and kiss his fingers, fingertips, roughened from the touch of a typewriter. He’d pull at Credence a little, bringing him closer, their naked bodies warm and comfortable against each other. He’d bring his arms to his collarbone and rest the young man’s hands there.
“Come what may, Credence. Let him know. If I should die from his wrath, I will still love you. Until my dying day.”
He said it often. Added honey to the words which were already sweet with love. And that love coloured the world with many tones that either couldn’t see before. The way an autumn leaf danced down to rainy road, the way the music filled the streets of joyful Paris. So sudden was the change, the world seemed such a perfect place and moved with such a perfect grace.
And such a pleasure, Credence thought and so did Graves, it was to live. And life no longer was a needless waste. Why bother with the bitterness and pain when heart rejoices, wallows in the warmth of love. When Grindelwald, the Lord of Moulin Rouge and Graves’ supposed betrothed one, couldn’t see what writhing boiling love was made behind the curtains. And only silent witness, the yellow disk of moon, would know the world revolved around them.
If there had to be a day for them to part, it wouldn’t truly keep their hearts in distance. For what are mountains, they can’t be all too high, and rivers can’t be way too wide for them to cross and meet. And let the sweetest song of their melded hearts sing on, and they would be like at each other’s side and never parted.
“Look, Credence,” Percival pointed at the gloomy sky where storm clouds gathered on one side and stars collided on another, “the night has come. And nothing warms my heart as much as knowing I can stay. And you will stay.”
“I love you,” Credence whispers in his lover’s mouth, his skin, his breath imprinted on a love-kissed arm.
“I love you too. I’ll love you till the end of time.”
Bom muitas pessoas me perguntam quais são as músicas da minha play e eu morro de ciumes de falar todas mas eu larguei esse meu ciúmes e irei falar o nome de todas as músicas que tem até hoje na minha play (Chamo ela de: Porta para minha alma). Porque só tem músicas que eu realmente amo. Enfim chega de falar…
With arms wide - Creed
Amar novamente - Alma d’ jem
Do i wanna know ? - Arctic monkeys
Morada - Forfun
Casinha - Armandinho
Porque não eu ? - Guto santanna
Zóião - Emicida
Counting stars - OneRepublic
A ilha - Armandinho
A praia - Haikaiss
Pisando descalço - Maneva
Paulinha - Armandinho
Ursinho de dormir - Armandinho
Menina índia da montanha - Circulador de fulô
Kajra re - Aishawarya rai
Eu juro - Armandinho
Wrecking ball - Caked up remix
Pra você - Onze:20
Sem graça - Haikaiss
True to myself - Ziggy marley
Desejos do mar - Armandinho
Australia - The shins
Hollywood tonight - Michael jackson
Better together - Jack johnson
What you wanted - OneRepublic
Me namora - Natiruts
1406 - Mamonas assassinas
Everything changes - Soja
O que elas precisam ouvir - Igor bidi
A garça - Forfun
Demons - Imagine dragons
I’m yours - Lost at sea
A noite - Oriente
Jai ho - Slumdog milionaire ost
New navy - Zimbabwe
R u mine ? - Arctic monkeys
Wonderwall - Oasis
Se oriente - Oriente
Sleeping with sirens - James dean
Stay the night - Caked up remix
Ideologia - Oriente
Show me - Weeklychris
Outra vida - Armandinho
Upside down - Jack johnson
Feel again - OneRepublic
Anjos - O rappa
Analua - Armandinho
Leve com você - Natiruts
Starfix - Armandinho
Pra ela - Chimarruts
Não é sério - Charlie brown jr.
Tudo em paz - Seu cuca
Dez - Seu cuca
Best day of my life - American authors
Tropicália digital - Forfun
Royals - Twenty for seven cover
You and me - Soja
Que sou eu - Oriente
Aquele lugar - Planta e raiz
Só sei dançar com você - Tulipa ruiz
Sunshine - Matisyahu
Hear me - Imagine dragons
Between the bars - Elliot smith
Dissolver e recompor - Forfun
Dear no one - Tori kelly
Guerreiro - Oriente
Over the Rainbow / What a Wonderful World - Israel kamakawiwo'ole
True love - Soja
Summer vibe - Walk off the earth
Groove bom - Natiruts
Descendo o rio - Forfun
Alegria compartilhada - Forfun
Águas passadas - Aliados
Morena - Los hermanos
Lighters up - Snoop lion
Mãe natureza - Armandinho
Good vibes - Rebelution
Quem vai, vai - Forfun
Palavras repetidas - Gabriel o pensador
Reggae do porto - Banda eva
Já passou da hora - Scracho
Raiz de todo bem - Saulo
Zóio teu - Saulo
Cuida de mim - Scracho
Cachimbo da paz - Gabriel o pensador
Toda manhã - Seu cuca
Sol loiro - Armandinho
Esperança - Aliados
Segue a vida - Planta e raiz
Sorri, sou rei - Natiruts
Sem parar - Gabriel o pensador
Eu sei - Papas da língua
Kushnéma - 3030
Sounds of sunshine - Michael franti
Redemption song - Play for change
Washing dishes - Jack johnson
Tape deck - Jack johnson
Música - cover onze:20
Segue o som - Vanessa da mata
Take me home - Cash cash
Buzzin’ - Shwayze
João e grazi - Onze:20
Até o final - Projota
Brincando comigo - Seu cuca
O seu lugar - Seu cuca
Verdadeiro valor - Ponto de equilíbrio
Estar com você - Ponto de equilíbrio
Só quero o que é meu - Ponto de equilíbrio
De você só quero amor - Planta e raiz
100 anos - Falamansa
Avisa - Falamansa
Protesto do olodum - Olodum
Samba reggae - Olodum
Maré - Olodum
O vagabundo e a dama - Oriente
Eu gosto dela - Emicida
Comofaz - Flora matos
Ponto de equilíbrio - Ponto de equilíbrio
Nossa história - Ponto de equilíbrio
Mari - Vitor conor
Minha praia - Seu cuca
Juro - Marcus freitas
Power in the words - The green
Beija flor - Cacife clandestino
High for this - Ellie goulding
Levanta e anda - Emicida
Good trip - Forfun
Aonde vai chegar assim - Ponto de equilíbrio
Esperar o sol - Isadora (cover)
Jah jah me leve - Ponto de equlíbrio
Sei lá - Emicida
Triunfo - Emicida
Taca ele fora - Emicida
Ela me faz - Sérgio dall'orto
Do lado de cá - Chimarruts
Não precisa mudar - Saulo
Mun rá - Isadora (cover)
Esquadros - Saulo
Whiite sandy beach of hawai'i - Israel Kamakawiwo'ole
Daykeeper - Haikaiss
Baby boy (da prince) - Saints remix
On lânche rien - Hk e les
La mar - The beautiful girls
A cada vento - Emicida
Desorientado - Oriente
Xo - John mayer
Diane young - Vampire weekend
Hoje eu me sinto tão bem - Oriente
Máximo respeito - Oriente
Reggae do horto - Zignal
A punk - Vampire weekend
Royals - Caked up remix
My friends never die -Odesza
Tô bem assim - Scracho
Semente - Armandinho (album todo)
Dark paradise - Amanda coronha (ian duarte remix)
Lado bê - Scracho
Vagabundo também ama - Oriente
Is this love - Bob marley
Lágrimas de jah - Ponto de equilíbrio
Get lucky/ lose yourself - Jamz
Young and able - Current swell
Ela me deixou - Skank
Dez segundos - Manitu
Amor sem roteiro - Manitu
Lembra ? - Manitu
Rude - Magic
Perfect picture - Carlos bertonatti
The spins - Mac miller
Donald trump - Mac miller
Kids - Mac miller
What you know - Two door cinema club
Next year - Two door cinema club
Stay with me - Sam smith
Eu vou rezar - Banda cone
Já que você não me quer mais - Seu cuca
Asas - Falamansa
Calma menina - Lucas dcan
All of me - John legend
Replay - Julia sheer
Pon de floor - major lazer ft. vybz karte
Work it out lightbull thieves - Street dance
Thugz mansion - Tupac
Chama os mulekes - Cone crew
Viva - zimbra
Baby baby - Tropkillaz
Eu louvei - Adão negro
Changes - Tupac
Thugz mansion - Oriente
Free fallin’ - John mayer
Você diz que amor não dói - Marcelo d2
Fella - Marcelo d2
Am i wrong ? - Nico e vinz
Thinking out loud - Ed sheeran
Beating heart - Ellie goulding
Faxing berlin - deadmau5
Morena - Tiago iorc
Eu não sei na verdade quem eu sou - O teatro mágico
A/n: I upped the Shimada’s ages 5 years to make the story have more sense.
Genji: 40. This is a story about family, there is no incest.
“Genji, Winston would like a word with you. He says that he has received a peculiar message regarding you” Athena’s voice chimed in the gym where he and Zenyatta were meditating.
“Did Winston tell you what it is?” The omnic chimed in.
“I have not been authorized to reveal any information at this time.“ The AI monotonedly replied.
“Is Winston in his normal area?” Genji asked as he got up.
“Good luck” Zenyatta waved as Genji made his way to Winston’s control room.
As the green ninja made his way to the control room he couldn’t help but to wonder what Winston was keeping in that message.
The doors to the control room opened with a ‘hiss’ as he walked in and closed behind him. Winston looked over at him and Genji could tell something was wrong.
“Winston what troubles you, friend..?” Winston shook his head.
“W-well, I have seemed to be sent a message by an unknown sender. I mistakenly opened it think it was for me by one of our undercover’s…“ he adjusted his glasses and turned to the computer tapping in something that opened a video.
"But..it was for you. I-i can’t express how apologetic I am for opening it and pryin-.."
"Friend, it is alright. It was an accident. You meant no harm.” Genji tried to clam the moon ape down.
"I’m..I’m just gonna go…heh" Winston grabbed a jar of peanut butter and walked out of the door; it hissed closed.
Genji chuckled to himself and walked up to the keyboard. He tapped the space bar making the video play.
A young woman appeared, one that pulled at his memory. Her striking red hair was all to familiar to him.
But the ninja struggled to place her in his memory.
"I don’t particularly know how to start a video message like this..“ she spoke in a soft calm voice.
"My name as of now, has no importance, for you more than likely have forgotten it.” She looked down with a sad smile.
"All that you do need to know is at one point in time you and I have a ‘long’ relation by your standards. You were a young 'carrot’ as I would call you".
Genji instantly remembered who this woman was. He was 20 when they meet. Her striking hair was what attracted him to her; She was a tourist..
'Kami…What Was Her Name?!’ the green cyborge was brought back to the video by her voice.
"Genji..There is really no way to properly tell you…I-I had your child…“
His eyes widen behind his visor.
"After our fling, I found out that I was with a child but being the person you were…I didn’t think you should have know…"
Genji clenched his fist…he knew what she meant..
'I’m long dead.. I made this video while Y/N is five..I hope you never get this video but if you do; it means someone is actively looking for our daughter, Y/n.
'A girl?’ the young dragon heart swelled.
"I had a favor from a young purple hacker that would put a sensitive information trigger on this so if someone Was actively looking for her; you would be sent this with the location she is at or about.” the red headed woman started crying while holding her face.
"Please protect her, Genji. She is a young dragon…“ the video went black; ending.
Genji’s eyes looked at the keyboard in urgency he began to look for the video’s date tag. From what she said in the video their daughter was five when she made this.
20 years since his daughter’s birth.
15 since this this message was made.
15 years since his second spirit dragon left him when he needed it.
15 years of wondering why his second dragon had left him.
The dragon didn’t abandon him, it was protecting apart of him he didn’t even know about.
The dragon warrior froze in cold blood. A child. A Shimada child. A child that carries the spirit dragon within them that to his knowledge is untamed.
Genji looked back at the blank video, if what your mother said is true.. then someone was actively seeking you as he stood there.
“Athena!!” he shouted as he zipped out of the room almost running into the door.
“Where is my brother?! I have to speak to him urgently!” Genji turned corner almost taking his shoulder out.
Even with all the upgrades and the machine body his had to his disposal, genji felt like he could’t run fast enough. it had felt like time had slowed for him as he pumped one leg after another. After a excruciating amount of time passed when he got the gardens. He spotted his elder brother meditating on a large rock and he called him something that they both had not heard in 15 years.
“ANIKI!” Genji shouted at him. Hanzo whipped his head around eyes wide to look at his brother.
Progressive Music Awards with the Prog God’s, 2012-2016.
Rick Wakeman:“I’ve always believed that these days there is hardly a band or musician anywhere who haven’t used some element of prog in their music. It’s all about freedom of expression, which in my case is often in seven different time signatures! I am genuinely very, very proud to get this award.”
Ian Anderson: “Prog is FUN! Prog music popularity grows again from strength to strength with a new generation of young fans swelling the ranks and encouraging the welcome appearance of new bands and artists who follow the progressive creed.”
Peter Gabriel:“Despite prog probably being the most derided musical genre of all time there were - as today - a lot of extraordinary musicians trying to break down the barriers to reject the rules of music. I see it all as a very healthy part of growing up.”
Tony Banks: “I’m not normally picked out for this recognition – in fact, I’ve spent my entire career trying not to be noticed. Now someone has seen through my clever disguise. I’m really gratified to get this award. It’s nice to know people appreciate the music I’ve helped create.
Being in such rarified company is also something I’m delighted about – Rick, Ian and Peter are probably the first people you think of when you mention the bands they’re most associated with.”
Jon Anderson: “After all these years, it’s just wonderful to be getting this very special award. Music has guided me along to this point in my life and I’m forever excited about the new and progressive musical adventures I am given by the gods of music. Making music is like breathing to me, and I am blessed to be able to create music every day. A very grateful and humble thank you.”
“Keep your hands to yourself,” Alec tells Magnus apropos of nothing.
Magnus frowns. “I’m on the other side of the table!” he protests… not that he wasn’t thinking about some light groping per say, but they’re in public, Alec might not be into it and, while he’s good at concealing it, Magnus does have manners. Sometimes.
“I’m talking about your magic,” Alec says without looking, making a perfect shot and taking out two of his stripped balls. Damn those archery skills. “You’re terrible at this game,” Alec comments offhandedly as he lines up his cue stick for another shot.
“I’m actually very good,” Magnus counters. Counters, not pout. Magnus is 400 years old for Raziel’s sake, he doesn’t pout. And he certainly wouldn’t start because he’s loosing a pool game of all thing. To his boyfriend. At least Alec doesn’t look smug… he’s destroying any chance of Magnus wining meticulously, like he’s slaying demon after demon. Like it’s a job. Where’s the fun in that? He refrains from messing with the laws of physic to his advantage as Alec shoots again.
“Because you cheat?” An other perfect shot punctuates Alec’s playful accusation.
Why did Magnus let him play first? Ah yes, dreamy hazel eyes, the promise of that masterpiece of an ass bent over the pool table and the assurance that Alec never, ever played pool before tonight.
So what if Magnus wanted Alec to be terrible at something so he could kiss his consecutive frown better?
“I usually just smile at people,” he shoots back. It really works, he’s that beautiful. And before today, Alec seemed to be too flustered by Magnus’s presence to do anything else than to stop and stare and babble in that earnest way of his.
Alec looks up at him then -finally-, stares a good ten seconds, gulps down and wets his lips before refocusing his eyes on the game. Then back on Magnus, who’s smirking, but not for long. Because now, he has Alec’s laser-focus on him, on his face, his lips, his eyes. It’s like a physical weight -a very pleasant one, almost a caress. `
The Hunter’s Moon isn’t crowned tonight but it isn’t empty either. Magnus barely hears the chatter, the shouts, the laughing or the singing. No, his heart is beating too loudly for that. Alec has a way to make Magnus feels terribly young (foolish and hopeful and far too single-minded for his liking) and it keeps messing with his head.
Their eyes meet and Magnus melts, affection for this young man swelling like music, rattling his bones like he’s standing too close from the bass speakers at a concert.
Then the cue stick hits a ball and Magnus looks down, appalled to see that Alec just won the damn game without looking at what he was doing.
Alec gets up, putting the cue stick aside and shuffles on his feet a moment before smiling at Magnus, shy now. “I thought you’d be impressed.”
Magnus snorts loudly, but Alec’s expression crumbles and he looks away. Shit, Magnus thinks. He think I’m making fun of him.
“Darling I was thoughtfully impressed the first time -and second time- I saw you. And you know, ever since,” he says truthfully, getting around the pool table so he can put his hand on Alec’s forearm.
And it’s back, that rueful smile on Alec’s pretty lips, as if he’s not used to gratuitous compliments. Well that can be easily arranged -it’s not like Magnus would be adverse to make Alexander Lightwood realize how wonderful he is. For the greater good. Of course.
Alec gets a bit closer, face angling down and intention obvious even if he takes his sweet time to reach Magnus’ lips. Probably to let Magnus the time to avoid the kiss. How fucking considerate. How adorable. How very Alec. Magnus speeds up the move though, crashing their noses together and laugh into the kiss when they meet.
It quick and chaste but Magnus feels it everywhere, fingertips (his entire being dammit) tingling like when he’s itching to use his magic.
“You want a rematch?” Alec murmures, cheeks a fetching red even in the dim light of the bar.
Magnus nods and snaps his fingers, magic putting the balls back in the center of the table without him having to look away from Alec’s wide eyes.
“I’ll start, this way I can show you some of my move,” Magnus says shamelessly before taking aim at the balls with the cue stick
Behind him, Alec chokes on his beer and Magnus smirks.
It’s been a pleasure chatting with you and writing this for you! I really hope you enjoy!!
Marked by Fate Rated Explicit
Prompt: Soulmate marks AU Word count: 14k
Belle and Rumplestiltskin both developed mysterious marks as children, designating them as two of the lucky few who would find a soulmate. Starry-eyed dreams would fade in the light of harsh reality. But Fate will find a way. This wasn’t exactly the love story either were expecting but it could still lead to a Happily Ever After.
Queen Collette and King Maurice tried for years to have a child. The advice of medics, the prayers of clerics, herbal concoctions that smelled awful and tasted worse - nothing helped. Still Collette’s womb remained barren. It was only after meeting with a local midwife (rumored to be a hedgewitch, as well) that Collette was able to convince her husband to try one more time. She would never tell Maurice what the old woman told her or what had changed her tearful countenance to one of serene acceptance upon leaving the midwife’s ivy-covered cottage. Maurice had his suspicions but he kept them to himself. He was getting on in years and had no heir. And he loved his wife. They’d married for duty, not love, but the years had made them both grow fond in their own ways.
Lo and behold, a few weeks later, Collette told him, tears in her eyes, that she was with child. The usual amount of time passed, with Maurice doting on his wife and her swelling belly. He prayed for a strapping boy, one who could keep their lands and people safe. The day of the birth, he rushed to Collette’s bedside as soon as the healers would let him. She was flushed and breathless, a sheen of sweat on her brow and a mewling babe at her breast.
“It is a girl.”
Maurice felt his heart fall at that announcement. He tried not to let his face betray his disappointment. Keeping his spirits buoyed for Collette’s sake, he looked upon his daughter’s face for the very first time. And she was beautiful. She was not the son he’d longed for but a lovelier child he could not have imagined. They decided easily on a name; they called her Belle.