The Third Prince Of Darkness

A little girl who looked a lot like my mother entered the room and quickly ran to the bed. The man in armor adorned with bright gold embroidery bowed respectfully and left the room. As the little girl came closer, she resembled a miniature version of my mother, but her small body gave her an incredible sweetness. When she reached the large bed, she ran into my mother's arms and hugged her first. It was clear they hadn't seen each other for a long time, and considering my mother had never left my side since I was born, this now seemed quite interesting to me.

But maybe I thought she went out while I was sleeping, although every time I woke up, I saw her beside me. I even thought she might be a lord's servant, but thankfully the servants approached my mother quite respectfully, and the man I thought was my father treated my mother very well yesterday. Finally, I thought there might be a tradition of not taking newborn babies outside for the first five weeks.

Anyway, I was now looking at the little, sweet blue eyes staring at me curiously. With her small thumb in her mouth, she looked at me so curiously that I was surprised. Later, I guessed she was asking my mother questions about me based on her body language. I still hadn't deciphered their language, but I blamed it on my baby's mind. Wait a second... How could I thinking?

How could I form such complex thoughts while in an undeveloped body and with a baby's brain? This seemed illogical, despite the fact that I was reincarnated. The only answer that came to my mind was the soul. After all, I had learned that I was in a sort of spirit form after I died, and I guessed it was thanks to my soul that I could form such complex thoughts. Even so, this didn't explain everything.

Maybe the idea that this was normal in this world crossed my mind, but I immediately realized that was an illogical theory. While I was thinking about these things, suddenly my mother lifted me and placed me in the arms of the sweet girl who had just arrived. The little girl, who still looked at me curiously, now had love and affection in her eyes. Because of her resemblance to my mother, she was most likely my sister, and honestly, I was positive towards her. After all, who could hate such a sweet girl??

Thus, I had to spend time with my sister and mother. Although, it would be a lie to say I wasn't happy about it. Of course, I cried in embarrassment when my mother patted my back to help me burp in front of my sister, but other than that, it was a pretty nice day.

At one point, when many visitors came to see us and pinched my chubby cheeks, my crying sessions started to increase. Finally, when an old man with long beards kissed my cheeks, I cried with all my strength and fell asleep. But I must admit, I had a pretty good family, or at least I could say this to the family members I had met so far. Especially the love and care my new mother showed me made me feel ashamed of the thoughts I initially had about her, and I quickly accepted my new mother.

As for my previous life... I had no mother and no father. In my previous life, I grew up in an orphanage, and I naturally hated my parents, whom I had never seen. Anyway, it doesn't matter anymore because I now had a family, and I accepted them pretty quickly.

With each passing day, my love for the family members I had met so far grew. My days passed happily and peacefully. Since I was a baby, I slept most of the time, so time passed quite quickly for me, but whenever I was awake, I tried to understand something about this world.

Finally, when six months had passed since I came to this world, I could learn at least the basics of this world's language, but I never spoke to avoid drawing attention. After all, a six-month-old baby talking would likely be a big surprise even in this world, and I didn't want any bad eyes on me in my completely defenseless body.

For now, I planned to just listen to the people around me and learn something about this world. Luckily, my mother read me some children's stories every evening, but since these were children's stories, they weren't very useful. But at least they helped me learn the language of this world.

The Next day, when I woke up, I saw my mother getting dressed rather hastily. She kissed me before leaving me with a maid and rushed out. The maid was calmly dusting the furniture. Since the room was quite large, she had a lot of work to do, but she checked on me occasionally.

About half an hour later, when the door opened, I thought my mother had finally returned, but another woman entered the room instead. With her beautiful black hair and red eyes, she was very pretty, much as my mother. When the maid saw her, she bowed her head respectfully.

"Your Majesty" she said, kneeling.

From these words, I understood that she was someone quite important.

"Where is Luciana?" she asked.

"She went to the throne room to check the preparations" the maid replied respectfully.

Ignoring the maid’s words, the woman looked at me; her face immediately turning sour. She approached me, and after picking me up in her arms, turned back to the maid.

"leave. I will take care of my dear stepson" she said.

The maid, visibly nervous, gathered all her courage to speak. "Your Majesty, Majesty Luciana instructed me not to leave under any circumstances" she said.

"Are you defying my order?!" the woman raised her voice, causing the maid to flinch in fear. Bowing her head quickly, the maid walked backward towards the door.

"With your permission,  Majesty" she said and quickly exited.

Watching all this with fear, I tried to wriggle free from her arms. 'Damn this baby body!' I thought to myself. I hated being this weak and powerless.

"Shhh. Calm down" she whispered.

Then she placed me on the bed and reached into her inner pocket. When she finally pulled something out, my breath caught. I didn't know what it was, but I was certain this woman had no good intentions.

"Forgive me,my God. You know why I am doing this..." she said, her face looking quite distressed.

She held a type of plant in her hand, and her hands were trembling. She brought the plant closer to me and opened my mouth with her other hand. All I could do was cry, and I started to cry as loudly as I could. I cried in hopes that someone would hear me and call my mother.

"Mommy!" I said with a lisp.It was the first word I said after I was born, and I never thought I would say it in a situation like this.

When these words involuntarily left my mouth, I noticed that her grip loosened. I opened my eyes and looked at her, shocked. The woman who had just tried to force-feed me something was now crying uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face. She immediately threw the plant out the window. She covered her mouth with her hands and continued to cry.

"I apologize, I'm sorry... Please, my God, forgive me" she said. When she saw my bewildered look, she picked me up and hugged me tightly, still crying.

"I'm sorry. Please..." she said, still crying.

When she heard footsteps outside the door, she quickly wiped her tears and returned to her normal, haughty self. A stunningly beautiful woman with snow-white hair entered the room, and upon seeing her, I immediately felt a sense of safety.

But my mother’s face soured when she saw the other woman, who had regained her haughty expression. She quickly ran and took me from her arms, hugging me tightly. She looked at the other woman, trying clumsily to hide her anger.

"What are you doing here, Isabella?" she asked, frowning.