The Arcane Prince

Alteon looked at the boy in his arms, he had fiery red hair like his and his son’s but at the ends were streaks of gold which took after Serenity. He resembled his mother with his long dark lashes and emerald green eyes that shimmered like crystals even at the faintest light; its radiance caught him off guard for they looked like they could pierce right through the depths of one’s soul with its warmth, purity, and innocence which made anyone who saw them, yearn for his gaze. Alteon slowly lifted his right hand to caress his grandson’s cheek. Gently, he stroke his grandson’s cheek with his thumb, as he held back the tears that were on the verge of escaping his eyes. Forgive me for your fate I cannot change.” He bent over and planted a kiss on Jonathan’s forehead as he recalled the story of the first Arkwright King. disclaimer: book cover photo not mine