WEAK AT BIRTH I

That night, accompanied with lightning and thunder, King Wick II of Saltine welcomed his fourth offspring into the world. His second wife, Mira fell pregnant one hundred years ago and today, she had finally birthed a son for him. In the labor room, the weak woman lay on her bed as she glanced sideways to see her baby with closed eyes. His skin was pale, a typical sign of a healthy vampire. Then, the door to the room opened and an extraordinarily handsome pale man entered, the regal aura around him was a sign of the title he held. This person was none other than the King of Saltine. He cast a small smile towards the weak woman and went closer to his son who lay in the crocking cradle. He looked at his son who bore no resemblance at all to him but was like the splitting image of his mother and he was taken aback. His bloodline was superior to that of all his three wives, as that was how it was supposed to be, therefore, all of his offspring bore great resemblance to him as they had inherited his bloodline. It seemed his son had inherited his mother's bloodline instead of his.

He never once doubted Mira because he knew her through and through. When he had first seen her, it was his coronation. He was one of the maids in the mansion. Her demure and elegant mannerisms at once captivated him. Exactly twenty years after his coronation, he took her as his second wife. She was the one his heart truly yearned for. His first wife was only someone his father had chosen for him before he went into hibernation to secure his position as king.

He left his son and waked towards Mira.

"You have done well, Mira.", he said. Although his stoic face bore no emotion, the woman on the bed smiled, signifying her acceptance.

The midwife who stood quietly by the mother's bed went towards the quiet baby boy who lay in his cradle.

He rocked the cradle slightly but when she received no reaction from the baby, a wave of uneasiness rose in her heart.

Suddenly, the skin around her hands morphed into the scales of a green serpentine's.

The vampire king who had his eyes on the witch midwife the entire time utilized his super speed bloodline ability. In a mere matter of microseconds, his pale hand held onto the throat of the midwife who was about to act just now.

His dangerous blood-red eyes locked onto its target and a deep sense of fear rose from the bottom of the midwife's body.

She desperately clawed at the tightening grip on her throat to no avail.

Tears welled up in her brown eyes. She had felt something was wrong with the Second Prince so she was casting an examination spell on the baby to see exactly what was wrong, but,….

She definitely did not expect that the vampire king would misunderstand her intentions.

'In the end, witches and vampires can never live in harmony', she thought miserably to herself as she could feel her own life force slipping away right before her eyes.