Roxanne stood beside the crib in her daughter's room, the soft glow of lantern light tracing warm hues across the carved wooden edges. Behind her waited two maids and the nanny Vivianne had personally chosen from dozens of applicants, a young omega demon from the House of Drethar.
Vivianne said she could feel a gentle vibe from her, a calming aura that wrapped around the room like a warm blanket. Honest. Soft-spoken. She possessed magic strong enough to soothe an infant born with two powerful bloodlines.
Inside the crib lay a tiny baby, sleeping soundly beneath a plush blanket. Roxanne stared at her—her daughter. The small, perfect creature had hair as silver as Vivianne's and eyes that shone crimson when they were open.
