My Guardian ( Book VI )

Birth of Alia

(3rd Person P.O.V)

AFTER 9 MONTHS.

Elena gave a pain filled cry as she pushed. Giving birth was the hardest thing she had done, currently, she was having twins.

The small wail of the first infant filled the air, a few strands of wispy white hair on its tiny soft head.

Smiling for a brief moment before the woman screamed again, delivering her second born and another cry followed, one with hair just as red as her mother.

Breathing heavily the Queen had sweat dripping from her face as a nurse wiped it away with a damp cloth.

“Congratulations, Mi’lady, you have two healthy princesses.” The head medic, Sara had said with a smile, both infants in her arms and gently placing them in their mothers awaiting embrace after having the umbilical cords cut and had been cleaned.

“They’re beautiful,” she panted, noticing a mark on her first-born’s neck—one she was told of, it resembled the petals that grew on her favorite tree. “Alia,” she said looking at the one with white curls, her first daughter. “Her name will be Alia, like the Cherry Blossoms I love so much.” The infant opened tired orbs revealing a beautiful shade of green, ones that contrasted with her rose-colored tresses. Shifting her gaze to the other, “Amy, her name will be Amy after my great-grandmother.”

Feeling weary, the Queen looked toward her friend and doctor, “Watch over the both of them for me, tell him, she is here, just for him, tell him I’m sorry I couldn’t show her to him myself. Have him, promise to watch over my Alia for me. Give her a better life filled with love that I know she may not have in this castle. Tell my babies, that I love them both… please…”

“As you wish, Milady.” The blond-haired medic stopped the woman from talking, taking the children from her.

“She’ll be h…happy with him, Ja-red…will make her ha..ppy…”

“Good-bye, Elena.” The woman’s voice was low, sadness lacing the tone.

Turning her amber eyes to the white-haired child, who laid asleep in her arms before walking to each of the new princesses rooms the Queen herself had prepared. After Amy was in her room, Sara had walked down to the next door and laid Alia in her own crib; she knew her life wasn’t going to be easy until he could take her away from this place. Giving the first-born princess a soft kiss on her forehead, she left the room and walked down the corridors of the castle and into the garden.

There were many plants; a single Alia tree was planted in the center of it because of the Queen. Roses, lilies, uranium’s, and tulips were just a few of the flowers in this forest of green and multicolored foliage. Standing in the midst of a large cherry blossom tree and a waterfall with its soft music as it trickled into a pond full of koi fish and water lilies she heard the voice. “Is it her, Sara? Has she been born?” the voice was male, thick and soft at the same time; it would be music to any young woman’s ear, one that was only thought of in one's imagination.

Focusing her attention to the tree her majesty had insisted on having planted, she saw a dark figure standing in the branches cloaked within the white petals littering the beautiful shrubbery, hand leaning against the bark to hold himself upright.

“She is,” the woman answered watching the male nod. Though she could not see his expression due to the darkness of the night, she knew he was inwardly rejoicing, for she had been born and he had waited centuries for her to come into existence.

“Her name?” he asked.

“Alia,”

“Alia,” he repeated, the name rolling off his tongue and through his lips like honey. “Beautiful…”

“She is the oldest of the twins born,” Sara continued, “Amy is the youngest.” She smirked when she heard him snort.

“Sounds like a plague,” he spat disdainfully.

“It was after the Queen's great-grandmother.”

“That woman hit on me; I told her my interest will only be in one who has yet to be born further down the royal bloodline.” The man said, “I have lived too long and waited for many, many centuries and wish to have her by my side for the rest of eternity. But alas for tonight she is born, only a few more years before I can take her with me.”

“I have something to tell you the Queen wished for me too,” the male turned his head down from the sky to look at the woman.

“Why does she not tell me herself?” he asked.

“She wished she could have, but the births were too much for her body…” knowing what this implied, he lowered his head.

“I see,” he said, tone low. “I owe her, for giving me what I have waited so long for, what does she ask of me?”

“Take care of her daughter, Alia, for her life in this castle won’t be pleasant for her. Love her with your being—”

“I will love her more than my life.” He interrupted. “I will kill to protect her. I will die in her place without a moment’s hesitation.”

“And she knows you will, Jared,” with that he leaped from the branch and landed smoothly on the ground before her.

He was tall, dark and handsome, a sight to behold indeed. Zara herself believed he was the looker, but she was old, perhaps older than he. Girls and women, young and old, single or married, stopped to stare when he passed, but his interest was only Alia – and he had yet to meet her. Black hair, his bangs framed his strong and pale face and stuck up in the back. Eyes just as dark but could be more deadly should they change to a crimson red and three-star appear, but be so soft and caring to the ones he loved. Thin eyebrows and his face usually free of expression, but pure curiosity and eagerness were clearly visible at this moment. Strong body from head to toe, he was very physically fit, another feature females loved about him. His chest muscles were visible through the black hair he wore that was slightly open and black pants and sandals on his feet. Around his waist was a katana he had had for years as he attempted to kill time in training until one would be born. He appeared to be seventeen, eighteen tops, but he was far, far older.

His dark clothes helped shield him from unwanted eyes, though his inhuman speed helps to assure his stealth.

Only Sara and the Queen had met this handsome stranger.

“I want to see her,” he said, “I want to see Alia.”

“I have to say, Elena and I were skeptical when you came to us and said that she would give birth to your mate.” The woman looked to see him glaring and getting irritated with her for not answering what he wanted to know. He had waited too long and he was getting impatient.

“I suppose you have waited long enough,” she replied, “the west wing, second window to the right.” No sooner had the words escaped her mouth had he vanished. Leaving no trace he had been there in the first place.