Capítulo 4: Sweet Couple

'What the heck?'

'Who is this guy now?'

A man with a crown on his head and dressed lavishly instantly drew my gaze. His eyes, a deep shade of emerald, perfectly complemented his short, shining golden hair, and his chiseled face seemed as though it had been sculpted by a professional artist.

'Seeing them together makes me envious; they look so perfect' and I can't help but wish I had inherited their exceptional genes.'

The man carefully held my tiny hand, smiled, and kissed it before turning to face me.

''My dear child,'' he lovingly whispered, his voice filled with tenderness, ''may you grow up healthy and good. Don't worry, I will do everything for you.'' With utmost care, he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss on my forehead, a gesture that carried a promise of protection and unconditional love.

I gazed upon my mother, a warm smile spread across her face, and she couldn't contain her joyous words, ''I can't believe we have another angel in the palace.'' Her eyes sparkled with affection and pride as she looked at me, her newborn child, a symbol of hope and promise for our kingdom's future. In that moment, I felt an overwhelming sense of love and belonging, knowing that I was welcomed with open arms into this world.

''Thank you, Eliza,'' he sincerely expressed, his voice filled with gratitude, ''because of you, our children have a bright and promising future, and our kingdom flourishes under your influence. If not for your unwavering support and dedication, I might not be standing here today, serving our beloved country with the same devotion as you do.''

''Don't utter such words, my dearest. You are the revered king of the Otheonians, and I shall forever stand by your side, ready to support and assist you in building and nurturing our cherished kingdom.''

Their lips met in a passionate and affectionate kiss. The intensity of the moment and the depth of their connection seemed to grow with each passing second. In that tender embrace, time stood still leaving only the two of them entwined in a moment of pure affection and devotion. The warmth of their touch, the gentleness of their caress, all spoke volumes of the love that bound them together.

In that intimate moment, I knew that their bond was stronger than I thought, and they cherished every second of it, wanting it to last for eternity but-

''Waahh!'' I cried out, employing my abilities as a baby to capture their attention. Because as a mere baby, I found myself utterly helpless, unable to move or exert any control over my surroundings.

'Frustrated and bewildered, I couldn't help but wonder why that handsome jerk had brought me to this world without any consideration. He showed no concern as he abruptly left me here, feeling as if I was left to fend for myself in this tiny body. It would have been far more preferable if he had placed me in a larger, more capable body'

Both of them were startled and turned to look at me, their faces flushed with embarrassment. I could sense a mixture of surprise and guilt in their expressions as they realized they had been caught in an intimate moment by their newborn daughter. Their loving gazes shifted from each other to me, and in that instant, I felt a strong connection with them, as if our souls had already recognized each other despite my limited understanding as a baby. There was a tenderness in their eyes that melted away any unease I had felt earlier, replaced now with a sense of security and belonging.

In that moment of shared vulnerability, I saw a glimpse of the unconditional love that would shape my life in this new world.

My heart swelled with a mixture of emotions - love, joy, and curiosity. I may have been just a baby, but I knew that this couple, my parents, held a special place in my heart, and I was in there.

The man stood up, his regal presence exuding an air of authority, and gently caressed the woman's cheek.

''I'll leave, for now, my love. There are some pressing matters I must attend to like papers to finish, and duties to fulfill. But fear not, I promise to return to your side tonight, for our hearts yearn to be together''

His voice carried a sense of reassurance, a pledge of unwavering devotion that brought a soft smile to the woman's lips.

The woman's face softened into a warm smile as she gently chided her beloved, "Darling, please refrain from saying such things in front of others; it's rather embarrassing, you know." Her voice carried a tender tone, filled with affection and understanding for the man she held dear. Despite her playful reprimand, her eyes sparkled with love and admiration for the king, grateful for the deep bond they shared.

The king replied softly, his eyes locked on hers, "My apologies, my love. You're right; we must maintain our regal composure. But you know that my heart will always belong to you, and no words can express the depth of my feelings"

he turned to leave, the woman reached out and held his hand, cherishing the warmth of his touch.

''Please be safe, my king,'' she said with genuine concern, her eyes filled with love and admiration for the man who ruled both her heart and their kingdom. With a tender parting glance, he stepped out of the room, leaving her heart filled with anticipation for their reunion later that evening.

Their endearing exchange revealed the warmth of their relationship.

a sudden realization dawned on him. He turned around and saw me, their baby, looking at the scene with wide eyes. His face flushed with embarrassment as he noticed the maid who had accompanied him was still present, witnessing the intimate exchange.

Feeling a mix of awkwardness and guilt, the man quickly composed himself and addressed the maid, ''Ah, um, sorry''

'Hehe, that serves you right. She just gave birth, and already thinking about having another one.'

''Alright, I'll leave now. Rest for a bit, and I'll take care of your duties,'' the man said with a sheepish smile, scratching his head, as he assured his beloved queen that he would handle her responsibilities while she took some time to rest''

The maids opened the door, and the man, along with his companions, bid their farewells, leaving the room with their lively chatter and echoing footsteps. Only the elderly woman remained, her presence exuding a sense of wisdom and devotion as she stayed by the queen's side. Her eyes held a glimmer of affection as she observed the young queen, undoubtedly seeing a reflection of the past in the child she had helped raise to become the ruler she was now.

In the hushed silence that followed, the elderly woman approached the queen with a tenderness that only age and experience could provide.

The elderly woman bowed with reverence and gently spoke, ''My beloved Queen, there's a letter from your mother''

''Really? I'm delighted to read it,'' the queen responded with a mixture of anticipation and curiosity. Her heart fluttered with excitement, eager to hear from her mother and learn of any news or guidance that the letter might hold. The queen's connection to her mother was profound, and each correspondence felt like a precious gift from the past, bridging the distance between them. With a sense of reverence, she took the letter in her hands, cherishing the tangible connection it provided to her loved ones beyond the palace walls.

''But, Your Highness, please stay there for now. I'll bring you the letter now,'' the elderly woman insisted, her voice filled with concern for my well-being.

Then, a teenage maid entered the room, her eyes downcast in reverence as she approached. She held a small silver container, carefully presenting it to Eliza with trembling hands.

''Here it is, Your Highness,'' the maid said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Eliza took the container, her curiosity piqued by the symbol adorning the letter. With a mix of excitement and trepidation, she carefully unsealed the letter, her eyes scanning its contents with rapt attention.

As she read, her initial surprise turned into a mix of joy, wonder, and perhaps a hint of sorrow. The emotions that flickered across her face painted a picture of a profound connection between her and the words written on the parchment.