``little piece of heaven [Silver]

[Mallory]

Regina & Hadrian

Life had been uneventful – peaceful even – in the time from (finally) introducing Angelus to Andromeda, and meeting their enlarged clan, to conceiving a second child by Angelus, to said child’s birth. Not just any child, either, but a son. The son she had been longing for, since Henry’s death. The perfect son – a perfect image of health and vigor. He had been nothing but lively, if troublesome, during her pregnancy; constantly moving and kicking, letting her know he was definitely alive and well. While her pregnancy with Andromeda had been peaceful, her pregnancy with her son, her precious Hadrian, had been tumultuous at best. Her moods shifted wildly with him, she grew larger than she ever had with her previous pregnancies. She was in constant pain and always tired, but now...Now she would not trade the trials and tribulations she endured with her pregnancy with Hadrian for anything in the world. Fate had graced her with a perfect, beautiful son after a labored birth. Not even within an hour of being brought into the world, he was standing on slightly shaky legs beside her with a look of fierce determination.

Her precious, dark son would be something to be feared – Regina was sure of it. He would become a strong, handsome stallion with age. She would groom him into the perfect Prince, one Angelus would be proud of. She would not fail like she had failed with Henry. No, Hadrian was her second chance, and she would not let it go so easily.

As Regina’s thoughts were brought to the present, her inky black eyes settled on her son with a slight smile. He was only a few months old now, given the change of seasons. Despite his young age, it was clear from the start he would be a very bright, intelligent creature as he explored every nook and cranny he could find in Baahir. There was no doubt that Hadrian was her son, either, for his coloring took strongly after her own coat, just several shades darker with hints of white ticking along his sides just like his mother. His brown eyes glittered with excitement as he bounced back to the lighter grulla mare, heeding her call to return. As she caressed the top of her son’s head, lavishing him with affection, Regina could only wonder when Angelus would find them to see how their second child had turned out. She knew word would have spread quickly, since while Hadrian was not his first son, Hadrian was the first healthy son. And the son of a Queen.

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[Silver]

A son. A healthy son. The first son who could viably contend for the throne. Angelus knew that it would be expected of him to give the throne to his eldest royal son, but the Dark One had given him a vision, the knowledge that it was not age that would determine the one most suited to such a kingdom when he finally did depart the world. The black stallion thundered across the sand, sweat flicking off of his coat in large droplets. They hit the sand without a sound. Dark spots marred the orange-white of the dunes, but were quickly absorbed and were gone without a trace.

His patrol had gone well, but he was eager for sons to share the burden. There was only so much area that one stallion could see before his body demanded rest and rejuvenation. Angelus was at his limit, having been gone for a day and a half. He was certain that most of the borders were free of stragglers, but it was hard to find evidence of the opposite as the sand moved so much with any breeze or slight disturbance. He nearly turned towards one of the smaller oasis that would provide him with some tranquility and solitude, but he remembered the news of his son, and his hooves carried him to the edge of the Bridonna Oasis. His eyes discerned the presence of his queen and a smaller figure, not black like their daughter. It was smaller even, but moved with an energy that made him smile. Truthfully, he had grown fonder of Regina as their time as King and Queen had lengthened. He was not weak at the knees or even madly in love with her as he was with his precious Nakita, but it was a fondness that could be called great affection, bordering on a love caused by closeness and companionship.

The King of the Sands slowed his pace until he was at an efficient trot and came in to pace calmly towards the Queen. He did not stop until he stood at her ear, nuzzling it with affection. “Beautiful as ever, my queen,” he murmured in her ear, before turning to view the little one before him. His son. Angelus’ heart swelled when he saw the colt. He was much stronger than Leander, who Angelus knew would never lead. “Child,” he murmured in his deep baritone. “What do you call him?” he asked, directing the question at Regina.

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[Mallory]

Regina & Hadrian

The queen could not help but laugh merrily t her son’s antics; a very rare sound, one that had not happened in a very long time. She was not as heartless as some said she was, but she knew emotions were a weakness. Show too much emotion, and you’ll be taken advantage of – show too little, and be seen as cruel and heartless. It was a constantly balance between the two for Regina, for she would not have any young, ambitious wench try to usurp her position next to Angelus. There mere thought made her sneer briefly, before Hadrian distracted her from her troubling thoughts. His laughs and playful cries were infectious, and even though Regina knew such joy was to be short lived with the life that laid a head of him, she could not find any desire within herself to tell him that such behavior was unbecoming of a prince.

For what kind of mother would reprimand their own child for being so utterly carefree and happy? Certainly not this one, who shook her head with a smile as her inky eyes tracked her son as he flitted to and fro. He would return to her only briefly, stealing an affection nuzzled, before rocketing off as best as his long, gangly legs could carry him. He was just so happy and for now, Regina soaked in his happiness like a sponge. She would remember times like these with fondness, when life got tough.

Then abruptly, Hadrian’s energy stopped all together. As best as a foal could do, Regina watched with amusement as her son stared at the tall figure some distance away from them. While Regina knew it was Angelus, this was to be Hadrian’s introduction to his father, and clearly her son did not like strange stallions approaching his mother. As she watched her son try to stand before her, puffing himself up to the best of his abilities as if to protect her, she could not help but let the amusement bleed into her features or repress a soft chuckle from escaping. He was hardly able to pronounce words correctly, yet he was already trying to prove his worth and protect from perceived threats. Quieting Hadrian as Angelus got even closer, she offered the tall black stallion a welcoming smile. “You flatter me, dear Angelus,” she replied, the softness in her expression still lingering. Turning her gaze to Hadrian, who was now peering up at Angelus curiously, she continued, “I named him Hadrian. I thought it was a good, strong name that fitted him quite well. Don’t you think?”

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