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1.96% The Only Son Amongst The Daughters Of Eros / Chapter 3: The Kingdom of Erothyria

Chương 3: The Kingdom of Erothyria

Erothyria was a world, a kingdom challenged by none other in existence.

It was woven from the threads of divine power, magic and mortal existence. It was a world of peace, love and passion, and the elements themselves were shaped by the hands of the God, Eros. While each region was ruled by his wives, the goddesses.

Erothyria was divided into five main regions, and they were all different in their landscape, culture, and magic: the Moonlight Region, the Dawn Region, the Twilight Region, the Starlight Region and the Elysium Plains.

At the center of it all stood the grand palace of Eros, the heart of Erothyria, which was surrounded by the Elysium Plains.

The Moonlight Region was located in the north, under a sky perpetually illuminated by the soft glow of an ethereal moon. In this land, there was serenity and tranquility.

The landscapes were cool, nightly and beautiful, and the stars shone with a clarity unmatched in any other part of Erothyria.

In the forests, there were trees sprouting the enchanted moon flowers shimmering like silver under the moonlight, and the rivers flowed with water so clear it seemed otherworldly.

This Moonlight Region was ruled by Mother Selene, the first and most revered wife of Eros. She was elegant and wise, known for her stern rule and icy demeanor, embodying the quiet strength of the moon.

But even more than that, Queen Selene was known for her voluptuous body and her pristine, pale skin.

Her powers were tied to the moon—healing, illusions, and protection spells that kept her realm safe and harmonious.

She had three daughters, Daughters Luna, Aryanne and Melina who played their parts in the governance of the Moonlight Region. Even though they had inherited their mother's beauty and bountiful feminine build, they all had separate powers rooting from the moon itself.

To the east, where the sun never set but instead bathed the land in an eternal golden light, lay the Dawn Region. A beautiful realm it was, full of vibrant life and golden fields stretching as far as the mere eye could see.

There was nothing in the Dawn Region that the sun did not touch. It nurtured everything, the bright forests, the towns constructed with white stone, and the castle where Mother Aurora, ruler of the Dawn Region resided.

Aurora was the second wife of Eros, and she was a goddess as radiant and energetic as the sun itself. She always had a bright smile on her face. She was nurturing and optimistic, always encouraging growth and life in her domain.

Her powers were tied to sunlight, allowing her to wield fire spells, bestow life-giving abilities, and manipulate light to her will.

Aurora had four daughters; Daphne, Elara, Celestia and Meira. Each of them also had powers that stemmed from the everlasting sun in their skies.

The west housed the region where day and night met in a perpetual twilight, this was the Twilight Region.

It was a mysterious and shadowy land, where shadow magic was strong and the landscape was bathed in hues of violet and indigo. The forests were dark and dense, with owls and ravens and whispers of shadow spirits.

Mother Lylah, the third wife of Eros ruled this region. She was the enigmatic goddess of dreams and the night, her powers were woven into the fabric of the Twilight Region.

Lylah could manipulate shadows, control dreams, and bend reality to her will, making her one of the most feared and respected of Eros's wives.

Lylah's daughters were Erebelle, Nyx and her twin sister, Nyssa. All three also had powers actualised from shadows and darkness.

At the center of Erothyria lay the Elysium Plains, a vast and fertile region that was the heart of the kingdom. It was filled with fairies, the main disciples of Eros.

The plains were a place of eternal spring, where flowers bloom year-round, and the air was filled with the sweet scent of blossoms. It was ruled by Mother Aphra, the fourth wife of Eros and her six daughters, Faeryn, Faelys, Phoebe, Cecilia, Linnette and Cassandre.

Their powers were tied to the natural world, controlling verdancy and ensuring the eternal bloom of the plains.

Finally, in the south was the Starlight Region where both day and night occurred at separate intervals.

It was the most populated of all regions and was filled with towns, villages and forests. But because of this population, it was here that magic was weakest. The Starlight Region was ruled by Mother Guinevere, the fifth and final wife of Eros, who had the powers of elemental manipulation, controlling fire, water, earth, and air.

Guinevere was a goddess of the people, kind and innocent in nature, though looked down upon by the other wives.

Her daughters, Misty and Rosette also had similar powers of elemental control.

The reason Mother Guinevere was looked down and envied by other mothers was because of Eros himself. He had made it quite clear that Mother Guinevere was his favorite.

First, he let her rule over the most populated and most powerful of all Regions except in terms of magic, and he continued to pamper her by answering all of her needs, even though she had given him the lowest number of daughters!

It was clear that there was something that Mother Guinevere had that the other Mothers didn't which made Eros so drawn to her. Perhaps it was her innocence and her kind heart.

It certainly couldn't be her large breasts and rotund ass, Mother Aurora took the cake when it came to curviness.

Whatever it was, it certainly wasn't going to work anymore because what just happened was going to be the end of it. Eros would never forgive her for this, he would never look at her the same!

The midwives all gasped as they gazed at the crying baby in their arms.

"It's a curse."

"An omen!"

Mother Guinevere, her face full of pain, exhaustion and tears after pushing as hard as possible, looked at all of them. "What is the matter? What is wrong with my baby?"

One of the midwives looked at her with a horrified expression on her face. "Everything, Mother Guinevere."

Still in pain, Mother Guinevere tried to sit up, reaching for her baby. "What do you mean? Bring her to me."

The midwife still looked terrified. "That's the problem, Mother Guinevere. This isn't a 'her'."

Guinevere frowned. "What?"

"Your child... is a boy."


Chương 4: The Love of a Mother

A boy? A son?

Laying on the silk-draped bed, Mother Guinevere looked at the two midwives with fear in her eyes. "Give him to me, let me see."

The midwives glanced at each other. "I don't think that's a good idea, Mother Guinevere."

"Give him to me, let me lay eyes upon him!"

Her breath was shallow with fear, her large breasts swelled up and down as her chest heaved with the exertion of childbirth. Her dark hair clung to her sweat-soaked forehead, and her crimson eyes showed her fear and also exhaustion.

When the midwives didn't respond to her plea, she reached out with her pale hands, trembling as she tried to rise. "Let me hold him please, let me just hold him! I... I just want to lay eyes upon him."

The head midwife, a gaunt woman with a thin waist, small breasts and a mighty plum ass, looked down at the bundle in her arms with disgust. "Mother Guinevere, this child… it is not natural. He is—"

"Enough!" Guinevere's voice cracked. She had to make it clear that it wasn't a request anymore, it was an order! She struggled upright, still breathing heavily, eyes narrowed. "Give. Him. To. Me."

The midwives exchanged worried glances once again, and reluctantly, the head midwife stepped forward, her lips pressed into a thin line as she bent low, causing her round ass to bounce under the white garment.

With stiff hands, she passed the boy to his mother, then she walked away, terror in her eyes. The moment her son landed on her hands, Guinevere's fingers began to shake, a wave of warmth washed over her—something unexplainable, something fierce.

The love of a mother?

It was like all the pain, the exhaustion, the fear that this childbirth had caused melted away in an instant. And a flood of love replaced all of it, a love surging within her heart, a love so strong it nearly broke her.

She smiled.

His tiny face was beautiful—so much so that he could have been mistaken for a girl. His skin was as smooth as porcelain, soft to the touch, and his hair… black as midnight, just like hers.

They also shared the same crimson eyes, causing a tear to slip down Guinevere's cheek. Of all her children, her daughters, Misty and Rosette, she had never felt such a rush of emotions after childbirth as she did for her son.

"Aeric…" she whispered, her voice filled with love. "You will be Aeric of Starlight. My special son."

The midwives recoiled. "You can't name him!" the head midwife shrieked. "He is an omen, Mother Guinevere! He must not be allowed to live!"

Guinevere shot her head up at them, but before she could say anything in response, the door to the birthing chamber slammed open.

A tall, old man clad in purple and silver robes strode in. He wore a long hat, and a glowing scepter was tight in his grasp. He had a long beard, and eyes of ancient wisdom that looked at all the women in the room and then at the baby in Guinevere's arms.

The midwives bowed their heads instantly, one of them whispering to the other who seemed not to know who the man was. "A Messenger of Eros…"

Messengers were magical beings, all of the male sex, who were granted powers by the God Eros and performed duties according to his will. They also relay messages to and from him. They are feared and revered men of power, almost as revered as Mothers.

Gazing disgustingly at the child, the Messenger declared with a voice that was cold and unfeeling. "Mother Guinevere, you will answer to this abomination when the time is right. For now, this child mocks the very essence of our God. His birth is a stain upon Erothyria. He must be handed over to me immediately to be dealt with."

"Dealt with?" Guinevere's eyes narrowed as she held Aeric tighter to her cushiony breasts. "He is my son! He is royal blood, not a curse! You will respect him!"

The Messenger hissed. "I will do no such thing. Not to an abomination." He took a step forward. "He cannot be allowed to live. Hand him over."

Guinevere's heart raced, and the protective instinct of a mother surged through her veins like wildfire. "I will not!" she shouted defiantly. "You will not take him from me!"

The Messenger raised his hand, the scepter glowing brighter. "You have no choice in this, Guinevere."

The midwives watched this with fear in their eyes, the head midwife had her eyes squeezed in anger. 'Hand him the cursed son! Let he be killed before he brings damnation to us all!'

Guinevere didn't know what to do. Her heart beat wildly and her eyes flickered with panic. Then, it narrowed with determination.

She glanced at a bowl of water on the bedside table, and with a move of desperation, she stretched her hand forward and the water within exploded from its container, twisting in the air and crashing into the midwives, drenching them with such force they stumbled back.

"Mother Guinevere!"

Before the Messenger could react, Guinevere swiped the extended arm in an arc, and a sudden wind of fire struck him in a red blast. He recoiled, the flames licking at his robes that quickly extinguished it because of its magic fabric, but the fire gave Mother Guinevere just enough time.

Clutching Aeric tightly, she got enough strength to stand up, barefooted, stomach still swollen, her dark robe the only thing covering her nakedness, and she ran toward the door.

She pushed it open with a powerful kick, and ran into the corridors. Behind her, the midwives screamed, and the Messenger's furious voice echoed down the corridors.

"Guards! Stop her!"

Mayhem struck out in the birthing home.

Aeric's cries rang in her ears, sharp and piercing, but Guinevere held him close. "It's alright, Aeric. I'm here. I won't let them take you from me. You're my special boy."

The sound of rushing footsteps in iron boots grew louder behind her. She ran through the polished, marble floors, the red carpets, dodging the guards he nearly caught her, her gown waving behind her like a flag of her desperation.

Once she came out of the walls of the birthing home to the land outside, she instantly turned around and extended her right arm once again, holding baby Aeric tight in her left.

She called upon the elements, and the earth beneath her feet answered to her. As the guards, the midwives, and the Messenger drew nearer with torches of fire in their hands, the ground cracked and split open. Then, under Guinevere's control, a massive barrier of stone rose up between her and the approachers.

Panting with relief, she glanced down at Aeric. His tiny face was red from crying, but even in the chaos, he was beautiful. "Shh, my love. I'm going to get us out of here."

She turned around and raised her hand to the sky. First she whistled, and then she called, "Yumi!" she called, her voice echoing across the cold night. "Yumi, come to me!"

A screeching roar pierced the air as a response, and moments later, a shadow appeared overhead. Yumi, her loyal Lionhawk, descended from the sky.

Lionhawks were rare beasts with the body of a lion, manes that were made with fire, and burning wings of a powerful hawk.

Guinevere wasted no time. The Lionhawk squatted for her to mount, and she did that fluidly, holding Aeric securely to her chest. "Take us to the castle!" she commanded.

The roars of the guards were audible once again from behind her, and when Guinevere turned, she saw that they had climbed the barrier and were approaching once again.

"Go, Yumi! Go!"

With a mighty flap of its wings, Yumi soared into the night sky, leaving the panicked midwives, guards, and the Messenger far behind.

Guinevere looked down at them all from the skies, clutching her baby boy as the wind rushed past them. Aeric's cries quieted as they flew higher and higher. She looked down at him, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.

"It's going to be alright, my little Aeric. I will do anything to protect you," she whispered. "Anything to make you happy, my special son."


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