[Sophia Wright POV:]
(A/N: - Austin's mother)
Being a biased mother was never in my plan since I learned what the terms marriage and children ant.
I co from a high noble family where we get educated about everything related to the man we would be marrying, or how we should raise our child.
When I got betrothed to my husband, Vincent Wright, I vowed to do my all to support this man in whichever ans I could and do my best to raise our child to beco a responsible pillar of the Count family.
Despite being less expressive about his feelings, I know Vincent loves
dearly, which fulfilled my life.
Within a year, the fruit of our love resulted in a baby, making our already happy life even more joyful. It might be one of the most touching monts when I felt my baby inside .
Fortunately, without any massive trouble in our life, nine months passed and I delivered our firstborn. It was really a morable day for Vincent and
as we saw the little baby lying cozily in his father's embrace.
Our little Austin.
But even before I could have adequately held my child for the first ti in my arms, a prophecy was bestowed that snatched our happiness at once.
I still couldn't rember the accurate words, but the voice told: one day, this child would beco the entity who would stand alone from all—the one who would accept the world as his enemy.
I was devasted to the very end of my soul. It felt like the perfect picture I had imagined was tainted.
We didn't lose hope there and called for the pope from the capital. From what he said, it seed Austin indeed had a dark future that would lead him to complete solitary.
We jumped from Saint to fortune tellers, but the conclusion was the sa. Austin was a cursed child.
When I felt that every route was getting blocked, Vincent proposed an idea that I still couldn't believe I had heard from him.
'Shouldn't we just get rid of the future threat until we have the ti... '
I still rember that day when the man I thought to be the kindest person out there said such cruel words, which made my heart shatter into pieces.
We had a huge argunt that day, but I sohow convinced Vincent that no matter how much of a monster he thought of my Austin, he still was our child.
I suggested that we would treat him indifferently, so he could naturally leave the na of Wright. It was a tough decision for , but getting my child slaughtered would be the last thing I wanted.
That little thing hadn't even opened his eyes, and here his own father was about to put an end to him. That day, I first ti regretted my marriage to Vincent.
Soon Vincent decided to have another child since it would help to carry the liege without having the chance to let Austin get involved in throne succession.
I accepted all of it. I just wanted my little Austin to live.
Even I could never tell my son how much his mother cares for him. Even I could never embrace my child and give him the warmth he deserves. Even though I could never enjoy his achievent or share his grief, it was okay.
Until Austin lived, I was ready to accept anything.
I gave him my family's heirloom in the na of a parting gift; even Vincent didn't want
to et Austin. But how could I have restricted myself?
I knew Austin might lose his life in the fight with Captain Charles, so my eting with him beca even more necessary.
No one knew about the moonstone I gave Austin since it would have created an unwanted hassle.
The image of Austin's hopeful eyes before the battle is still vivid in my mory. Even though he has grown up all noble and handso, I still saw that little Austin in him, who used to crawl all around the house at the age of only seven months.
That day, I cried over and over again after returning mansion. I was glad and proud that Austin not only survived the battle but also gave almost defeat to Captain Charles.
But that feeling of pride wasn't able to suppress the grief I felt after seeing that expectant gaze my son directed at . His beautiful eyes, which held the wish to talk to
even for an extra second, made my heart clench.
I am his mother, for God's Sake!!
Yet... I... I...
"Mada? What happened?!"
"Ah..."
Suddenly I heard the call of my maid as she moved toward
before wiping my cheeks with a soft cloth.
It seed I still wasn't able to suppress my emotions completely.
"My lady, are you missing Master Austin?"
My handmaid, Sufi, who ca from my old house, knows everything about the things I have gone through. Other than my assistance, she serves
as a true friend too.
She is the only person who calls Austin in such a respectful manner since she also has seen how unfortunate that child's life has been.
"Well, even though I wear the facade of an uncaring woman, this heart still seeks the child who called
Mama for the first ti."
A smile curved on my lips as I rembered the day Austin spoke for the first ti when he was only a year old.
Such a brilliant child.
"Ah, my lady...that letter?"
Looking at the desk, I realized that I subconsciously had sent the letter while I reminisced about Austin.
A look of horror spread like a sheet as I thought, what could I have written on that letter?
'I hope I didn't ntion sothing shaless.....'
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"What is it written inside, Austin?"
With a perplexed gaze, Luna asked as she tried to peek into the letter that Austin received so seconds ago from his mother.
But before she could have caught a glimpse, Austin folded the paper back as he looked at the two with a delightful smile, much to Luna's curiosity.
"What happened, Nii-sama?"
Even Saya had a little idea about Austin's parents in this life; she could see how happy her brother was after receiving the letter, which made her smile too.
After a slight pause, he spoke in a cheery tone.
"I might be gone for so days."
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A/N: - So drama. So tears. So relevance. Let's see where this goes~
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