I Am Your Son After All

After infuriating Zephyr, Yor knew he had made a grave mistake by mentioning his mother. He knew he wouldn't bear a single wrong statement about her.

His heart had always been fragile about her.

Sighing, he entered, only to find Delvin telling Janessa about his time.

"And then I used to make stuffed breads to sell in my village,"

"Really? You can cook too?"

"Yeah," 

He was proud of himself and the way she stared at him in admiration it evoked the need to tell her more about him.

He wanted someone to praise him too after all.

But, his moment was broken when Yor came sternly. 

"Delvin,"

Leaving all his work, he went to him, "Yes, Sir Yor?"

"Can you kids go and check up on Young Lord," He sighed. 

"Is everything alright? Is Zephyr okay?"

"He needs someone from his age to be with him, and I am glad he had you," Yor smiled, placing his hand over Delvin's head.

Yor knew that after Katlan left, he was too depressed but Delvin's presence subdued that pain.

And he could count on him to stand beside Zephyr. 

"What are you saying? He is my friend after all," He grinned, not thinking deeply about it.

Yor was taken aback but soon relaxed and exhaled out of relief.

"You will always remain as his friend, right?"

"Of course,"

"Then I am assured."

Humming after knowing he had his companionship, Yor was soothed and left as Delvin turned to Janessa. 

"Let's go, Janessa,"

"Why me? You go. I have no intentions of being with that rude friend of yours," She muttered, refusing flat out to spend a second with him.

"Well, to remind you, that rude friend of mine made you go to your father else you'd be fighting," Delvin chuckled, motioning to her to tag along.

They would also help her. 

"What is his problem anyways? Why is he like this? Like he is a king or something?" She scoffed, acting rude but Delvin was right.

He did help.

"He had gone through a lot, Janessa." 

"So you just pity him?"

"No, I was at work, he was there too, and my age too so I made him my friend," Delvin shrugged. 

"He doesn't treat you like one,"

"He is, don't worry about it," 

Chucking, the pair got out in the middle of the night to find him.

And there was Zephyr, looking at the village with his hands behind his back. 

A dominant expression plastered on his handsome features.

Hair flowing by heavy winds as he curled his hand in a fist.

'She has no connection, no link. It was just a coincidence. She must have a reason to pass that book onto Lady Red,'

He didn't want to accept, not without a proof, at least, that his mother could have any connection with Zirkos.

"Then why did you say this, Mother?" He whispered furiously to himself, Yor's words enraged him.

Closing his eyes to feel the wind like it could replace her warmth, remembering his mother after a painfully long time.

***

Back when Zephyr was six, he was extremely attached to her that from his words to his actions, was according to her liking.

"Be careful, Zephyr," King Hayden whispered, holding his hand out to his beloved son.

"I can do this," 

Young Prince managed to climb a tree in the special garden on their second floor. 

His mother with long brown hair resting on her back and shining emerald eyes like Zephyr's was in the gazebo, staring at her son with admiration.

"Mama! Look!" 

He beamed when he managed to stand on a branch, holding his head high since the beginning.

"Wow, you look so amazing!" 

Queen Genevieve, clapped happily, praising her son for his stunt. When she grinned, Zephyr's cheeks heated from felicity.

It warmed his heart, all he desired was her approval after all.

"Mama- Ah!" 

He grinned but the branch broke, causing him to fall on the ground.

"Oh! My dear child!" 

The second he fell, she gathered her dress and ran, falling to her knees, she immediately embraced the apple of her eyes. 

"Zephyr, my boy! Are- Are you okay!?" 

Panicking, she cupped his cheeks, checking for any bruises hastily. Her hands trembled, absolutely perturbed to find him like this.

To her worry, he held her wrist and continued to grin. 

"Hehe, I am absolutely fine. I am your son, a fall like this couldn't hurt me,"

When he giggled, she soothed, expiring air to place her pumping heartbeats to normal. He scared her. 

King Hayden chuckled at his wife who was too sensitive about her child, watching the two people he adored the most hugging each other.

"Oh, aren't you too strong?" 

She smirked, pinching the kid's cheeks.

"I am, I am your son after all," 

"Aren't you mine too?" 

King Hayden came, resting his chin over his wife's head, smirking at them.

"No, I am only Mama's." He mumbled, pushing his father from his mother's vicinity earning a laugh from the King.

"Lady, I believe you are stealing my son from me," He mumbled playfully.

Knowing she was the only person he listened to, spending too much time with her, his world revolved around his mother.

"Why shouldn't I? After giving birth with so much pain, I deserve to hold all rights," She said, pinching her man's cheeks.

"Yes, yes!" 

He didn't understand but agreed nonetheless.

"See! Ah my sweet boy, Mama loves you so, so, much,"

"I love you too," 

He adored her absolutely, endlessly. She was where no soul could ever possibly be. 

The beat of his heart, his mother, Queen Genevieve. 

She was the light of the castle, the most cheerful and lively person there. 

She had imprisoned both father and son with her love.

Things were going beautifully for the family, as if they had everything they could possibly desire with them.

A. Perfect. Family.