Kind Like Mother And Wonderful Like Father

King Theron never cared about the Devil's child. In his head, that child was a fuzzy concept that symbolized the price his wife had paid for the kingdom. He hated what it represented.

However, actually hearing it cry touched his heart. That it was a miracle of a new life, a blessing that was worth rejoicing, a tiny being that was everything pure and innocent in this world.

He felt the same as when Kieren was born, and he found the feeling incompatible with the thoughts he had in his head. Could he truly accept Esther's son as his own? Could he truly treat him as a son in his heart or just for the sake of him being Esther's child?

When he entered the Queen's chamber, they had already placed Esther on a clean bed and the baby had turned calm, covered in a bundle of cloth in the arms of Lady Tyra.