The third child of the household

Isabella Vetra was known as the Duke's beloved wife and the Dukedom's great Duchess. Her benevolent and upright character is known to anyone who knew or served the family.

Many people adore and respect her at the same time fear her. She's someone who manage to survive the controversial family of hers. A family where scheme is your breakfast, poison for lunch and death for dinner. She also managed to secure and solidify her position as the main wife and duchess even without giving birth to a son.

The two wives who gave birth to the young masters of the house is nothing in comparison to her, The Duke's beloved and the Duchess.

"Your Grace, what shall we name her?"

Isabella smiled as she bopped the small nose of her little girl. She glance at The duke who's reading a letter.

"Hm...I was thinking for a good name since last month but I cannot really find a name that suit her..."

Duke Peñefrancia put down the letter and stood up, moving closely to the Duchess. He wrapped her arms around Isabella's waist making her lean into him slightly.

"Is that so? I had a few names in my head but...i too feel that is lacking,"

"What is it? We might find a good name out of it."

"Hm, I was thinking of Caroline, Letticia, Arjen...Amaris...Fia, Tabitha... Samantha."

"That's a lot of name, My love. Hahaha,"

Isabella pursed her lips and squirm in embarrassment. She didn't have anything to do since the Duke forbid her to do heavy things, so she pour her time into thinking about good names and embroidery.

"Don't laugh at me, your grace. I think i conjured good names but..." She look at her now one month old child sleeping in her arms,"the names strangely sounds awkward when I tried to call her that." Sighing, she softly massage her child's forehead.

"Why not the combination of Amaris and Solim, Your grace?" The couple look at the head butler who was standing in the sideline since earlier. "Please pardon my moment of disrespect. I just want to raise an idea you might like." The old head butler lower his head while speaking, looking solemn as he speak.

"Raise your head. Speak about your idea."

Duke Elias Peñefrancia release his hold of his wife, guiding them to the sofa. He then look at the head butler he's been with since 7 years old.

"The combination of Solim and Amaris—Solaris. Solim means 'victory upon' and Amaris that means 'end'. Victory upon end, my lord."

The name made the two ponder, Solaris did sound like a good name. But isn't Solaris...

"Solaris...Solaris...My baby. Solaris Eutanasia Von Peñefrancia. It sound so right, your grace,"

Elias stopped thinking when he saw a beautiful smile bloomed on his beloved wife's face. Seeing that, he nodded and made a decision. The name Solaris isn't the same Solaris of The Duchess of The West. He glance at the head butler who's staring at his child.

"It is decided. The third child of the household, the first daughter of the Peñefrancia shall be name Solaris Eutanasia Von Peñefrancia! We'll make it official at her welcoming birthday!"

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"First daughter of Duke Elias Peñefrancia, Third child of the Peñefrancia Dukedom is now officially named as Solaris Eutanasia Von Peñefrancia! Solaris from Solim and Amaris, Victory upon end. Eutanasia from the flower Eufansia."

All visitors cheer as the official put a ball of white light in the head of baby—now named Solaris, the official's right hand holding the Record of the Kingdom. The record glow in white as Solaris' forehead glow as well.

"Welcome, Solaris. May the Creator, Gods and Goddesses bless you!"

The whole Peñefrancia family stood in the stage smiling. One by one, the siblings of Solaris move toward her and recites their wishes to her. The two other wife come forward and gave their gifts to welcome Solaris' birth.

The Duchess smiled as she received the gifts of the other wives and their blessings. She passed the gifts to the servants as she received the gift, smiling sweetly as she saw the two grit their teeth. She knows they're dying and twisting inside. Isabella look at her child who remain unbothered despite the loud chatters and noise.

She looks up and glance at the two older son of the family socializing with the other noble.

She grinned. Isabella looks away and welcomed the surge of nobles greeting her and Solaris. Ah, what a nice day it is.

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"Eldest Young Master, Are you alright?"

The servant question her Young Master who's calmly walking around the garden. She stared at his back which is now growing as he's now in puberty.

"Why wouldn't I be, Mella? pray tell."

The 13 years old boy answered, stopping in front of the blooming peonies. He squatted in front of the white peony that's starting to open up.

"The baby—the young miss...She have the Duke's heart, your position..."

"What about my position? I'm still the Eldest Young Master of the house, Mella. You're not thinking about the heir, right? There's no permanent heir, Father hasn't decided yet. Father don't decide using his heart, Mella."

"But you're the First child,"

"Hahaha! What about it? Peñefrancia isn't your typical nobility. We don't decide the heir by birth rather by their value. Peñefrancia is the only aristocrat family who accepts woman as its head. Mella, there's nothing set in stone. And, are you doubting my ability?"

Mella, the 13 years old servant quickly shook her head. She don't dare! Her young master, Aldwin Erice Von Peñefrancia is known as a genius! A genius in Military Arts and Spear. He could defeat a 1st and 2nd tier Knight with Single Mana circle when he's just mere 10 years old. He can talk in 5 languages fluently, could understand 6 languages and could write in 4 of those language.

Although he's still lacking in some areas, he's still young and the future ahead of him is bright like a sun.

"That's what I think. I believe in my abilities. I'll get what I deserve."

He stood up, straightening his coat. Turning around, he faced his servant who's head taller than him.

"Let's go. I had enough fresh air. I still have to make friends."

With that, he walked without looking back. If someone were to look at his face, they would probably be scared at how ferocious his gaze are. Totally unsuited at his age. Before he entered the ballroom again, he stops and take a deep sighed. A goofy smile popping out, his eyebrows raised and posture relaxed. His mask is on, time to make 'friends'.

"Did you see that? That's what I call wolf in sheep's clothing. Ah Aqil, you must commit that face in your memory. You must warn me when we face him, 'kay?"

The man said, Smiling widely as he look at the man who just entered the ballroom. He stood in the shadows of the hallway, his face hidden by the darkness.

"I understand. But please, Let's go back. The head will be mad and overturned the whole place the moment he found out that you're not in the tower."

The man sighed irritatedly, glaring at the youth dress in inconspicuous dark red clothing. Even if he's not in pure black clothes he manage to merge with the shadows and hide with it.

"Whews...I just want to greet the new Peñefrancia...hmp. Just let him be, and isn't it your fault when he found out, right? It will means your sloppy, Aquil."

He waved dismissively. Walking backwards before turning back, thinking how he'll just deal with the outcome after.

Aqil had a tired expression plastered in his face. Dejectedly sighing as he look above, the stars looks so dark, aren't they? Ha... He have no choice but to follow after him.

"Well, let's greet her shall we?....Ugh."

Aqil drag his body forward. He can't see the silhouette of his lord, he might be somewhere now screwing things. Let's hurry up.

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Duchess Isabella lays Solaris gently in her cradle. She's very much unwilling to part with her child, her hands remain at the side of Solaris.

"Mistress you need to rest and young miss also have to rest."

Her personal maid, Jennifer, tug her elbows. Isabella heave a sigh before letting go. She tidied her dress, she lean down leaving a feather kiss on Solaris' forehead.

She rubbed her head before slowly leaving the room.

"Herdith, look after her."

Herdith, the tall blue haired woman, nodded. She bowed down as she saw the Duchess out.

She went inside the room and inspect the whole room. Casting her skill, [Whisper], to listen to any magic nearby. Hearing no magic fluctuations or ill intent magic, she drape the shear curtains around the cradle after putting the mosquito net.

She closed the door and silently withdraw. Smiling to a short, chubby red haired woman who pulled her inside the bedroom next door.

Her withdrawal is just in time with the shadow slipping inside the room, unnoticed.

The shadow lingered around the cradle, not moving anything out of order. The shadow, which slowly formed to a silhouette of a man. He silently examine the baby through the curtains.

Minutes passed and another shadow slipped in.

"Aqil, look. Doesn't she feels weird? She also smell weird."

"Does the baby smell weird, my lord? But that's impossible, babies don't produce foul scent since they don't perspire that much."

The man shook his head. 'She' doesn't smell bad but weird. His intuition is tingling and his senses says that the baby is weird.

"Hm. Happy birthday, Lady Solaris of Peñefrancia. This is my blessing and gift for you, I hope you'll like it. Your first brother didn't like my gift when he grew up and your Second brother used it in wrong way. So, I hope you'll use it well..."

"My lord, please tell me you didn't....ha...O. my. life." Aqil gritted his teeth as he saw a transparent tablet pass through the net and curtain. The will throw a fit if he found out that another treasure of his is given as a gift. Free.

"Hahaha, Aqil, Aqil, Aqil. Bear with it okay? Who told you to swear to me, huh? "

"I'm regretting it...I should have listened to your siblings. If I return back in time, I'll swear to you when your older."

"Well, who said things will change when I get older? maturity? Who invented that? You believe that bullshit, where things will be better when I grow up?"

Aqil shut his eyes and rubbed the side of his nose, he was about to retort when his chest glow in blue. He sighed. Finally. He didn't know how many times he have sighed but he's tired of sighing. Sigh.

"Let's go, milord. Time's up. We need to go home, ASAP."

He roughly drag his lord's arm and slipped out. Leaving a few gust of winds as their trails. The three will surely meet someday again.

The gusts disappear and the quiet, motionless room returned. The star of the day, Solaris Eutanasia Von Peñefrancia, relaxed her body as her peace return to her. The tension on her body dissipate as she lulled herself to sleep.

Being a baby sure is hectic.