The lady in white (2).

The lady in white let out another melodious giggle, the sound as gentle as the soft rustle of wind through leaves. Her crimson eyes sparkled with amusement as she listened to Rex's frustrated rant.

"While it is true that you are my son," she began, propping herself up on the massive, cloud-like bed, her head resting on her hands, "your soul has several restraints placed upon it. That's why you haven't been able to reach your true potential."

She kicked her legs idly behind her, the motion childlike and carefree, completely at odds with the immense power radiating from her.

Rex crossed his arms, raising a skeptical brow. "Well then, if you're my mother, who's my father?" he asked, deciding to humor her far-fetched claims for the sake of maintaining his sanity.