The Queen and the Lion - Chapter 79
Aslan couldn’t bear it any longer. He glared at the firmly shut door as if it were a fortress he had to attack, pacing back and forth in front of it like a bee. The cracking of his knuckles echoed in the room. He desperately wanted to burst through the door and into the room. Aslan’s anxiety reached its peak.
Unable to bear watching Aslan pacing nervously, Dandelion sharply warned him, “Stop fidgeting.”
“Why don’t you do something about your trembling hands?”
Dandelion’s hands trembled as he poured a cup of herbal tea to calm Aslan. The teapot in his hands also vibrated, causing the herbal tea to spill and stain the wooden table. Dandelion cleared his throat, embarrassed.
“Giving birth? It’s less frightening to go to war. I won’t be able to handle this a second time.”
“You won’t have to. The Florean royal family has always valued their children. This is the first royal birth we’ve experienced since the Queen’s birth.”
“Ugh…”
Even while his hands trembled, his sharp rebuke towards Aslan remained unchanged.
Then, a faint cry came from behind the door. Aslan jumped and pressed himself against the door. He wanted to ask if she was okay, but he couldn’t, afraid of disturbing her. The room was noisy. Could something be wrong? A bad feeling clouded his mind, making him feel almost crazy.
The thought of Lysian going through this pain again was unbearable. Yes, it was better to have only one. Aslan trembled, hoping this moment would pass quickly.
After a long while, a soft baby’s cry could be heard. Aslan, his ear pressed against the door, looked at Dandelion, unsure if he had heard correctly. Dandelion also looked at Aslan with wide eyes. As soon as their eyes met, the baby’s cry grew louder, echoing outside the room.
Aslan was on the verge of tears. With a distorted face, he tried to hold back his tears. How was Lysian? Aslan’s heart pounded.
Then, the door, which had been tightly shut as if it would never open, burst open. The midwife and maidservants who had helped Lysian give birth smiled brightly and said, “Both mother and child are healthy!”
Finally, Aslan could relax. The tears he had been holding back burst out. Overwhelmed with relief, Aslan sobbed loudly.
The black lion’s loud cries echoed through the corridor, but no one stopped him. Dandelion was crying beside him.
Aslan took the handkerchief offered by the maid and blew his nose as he approached Lysian. Lysian, lying exhausted on the bed, smiled faintly at Aslan.
“Why are you crying?”
“How could I not?”
“Stop crying. Have you seen the princess?”
Lysian comforted Aslan, who was kneeling at her feet, trying to stop crying. Aslan shook his head, his eyes red.
The midwife standing nearby handed the baby wrapped in a white blanket to Aslan. Aslan received the bundle with trembling hands.
The newborn baby was very small and light. What if he dropped it? Or what if he squeezed it too hard? Aslan awkwardly held the child, his face a mess as he looked around.
“How is she?”
“She’s very beautiful, just like you.”
Aslan replied in a hoarse voice.
Despite being newly born, the baby’s skin was white and radiant. Although she hadn’t opened her eyes yet, her eyes would probably be a soft violet like Lysian’s, looking at Aslan warmly.
Aslan smiled.
Lysian smiled too.
It was the birth of a future queen, and the birth of a new family.
A small figure was dashing across the garden of the Florean royal palace on a warm spring day. A burst of life emanated from the girl as she ran swiftly with her short limbs. Her pink hair fluttered near her neck, and her skirt, cut above the knee, fluttered as she ran.
That tiny girl was none other than Princess Cherry Blossom Florea, the future queen of the Florean Kingdom. With a small face resembling Lysian’s and delicate features, she looked like a porcelain doll. But in reality, she was known throughout the Florean royal palace for her wild antics, so much so that it was hard to describe just how rough she could be.
