Perhaps, thanks to Adrianâs care and sincerity, the black hawk grew bigger day by day. If recalling how weak and ugly the hawk was when he was born, it was quite impressive to see him growing up as healthy and strong as he was now.
âUgly, fly!â
The little hawk, whose wing feathers had begun to grow quite a bit, started to flap at Adrianâs voice.
Rebecca had run away already. On the other hand, Fabian and Evelyn watched Adrianâs every training session with their cheerful faces.
âHigh, high!â
âPrince, he canât fly that high yet.â
The bird trainer next to Adrian looked confused. Because the eagle was too young to be trained seriously.
To be honest, the trainer still doubted he could train the hawk. He couldnât expect much because Adrian brought the bird, which usually had been culled.
ââ¦â¦Okay, letâs get bigger Ugly! Eat this!â
Adrian shouted with curiosity and stuck out his snack. Then the bird trainer quickly took the cookie and gave it inside the cage to Ugly.
The young hawk flapped in a short distance, looking for his food, and landed next to Adrian, eating his feed. It was a rare thing. Initially, that bird had a fierce and ferocious nature.
âGood boy, my Ugly.â
Adrianâs little hand patted the birdâs back, which pecked his food. As he watched them, Fabian briefly asked Evelyn the identity of the little hawk.
âUgly?â
Evelyn nodded as Fabian spat out a word while looking at the hawk.
âItâs a unique name, isnât it? But itâs Adrianâs own way of showing his affection. I think he named it that way because he liked it so much.â
ââ¦Name?â
âYes, Ugly is the birdâs name. Didnât you know?â
It was really confusing in many ways to use âUglyâ as a name.
âYeah, that bird so uglyâ¦It doesnât look like a black hawk.â
âWe canât do anything. Adrian likes it.â Evelyn said, and Fabian took a sip of tea as he thought the same thing.
Duke Metis had dismissed his army. His mother decided to marry Stella with Duke Perth, and the Vatican also compromised with him. Fabian was more compassionate than usual after he had good news in several respects.
âYes, itâs fine as long as it can make Adrian laughs.â
Fabian didnât expect that the day he said something like this would come.
Supposedly, the imperial familyâs heirs had no time to play except learning etiquette, royal studies, and tested to measure their progress. So, they didnât even dare to be naughty and laugh like Adrian.
âWhen I looked at Adrian these days, I thought, Imperial principles arenât completely correct.ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Adrianâs bright smile was made possible because of Evelynâs love and care. Well, although Adrian had a little lack of etiquette, he had significantly improved since being mentored by a teacher.
âThank you for your understanding.â
ââ¦â¦No, heâs also my child.â
Fabian, who gave a calm response, didnât have such a childhood. So Evelyn could only guess the trouble he had while gave toleration to Adrian.
âI just want him to grow up like this.â
A slight fear floated in Fabianâs eyes. Sir Philip took care of him entirely, but Adrian wasnât in perfect health yet.
Even if it could definitely be cured, as a father, his heart was hurt whenever he thought of the terrible poison that exists in his small body.
âHeâs a brave child, more than anyone else,â Evelyn said in a gentle voice as if she knew what Fabian was thinking.
âMaybe, itâs because he looks like Your Majesty.â
âMaybe, itâs because he looks like you.â
They both said the same thing in unison, with the eyes gazing with great love on each other.
âAs a child ⦠I was more gentle than Adrianâ, denied Evelyn at once.
âThatâs the same with me.â
âReally?â
âJust ask Serus. I was a calm kid.â Fabian said leisurely. âIâll also ask King and Queen Felice when they come here.â
âWhat? No!â
âWhy? Are you not confident?â asked Fabian, teasing her with eyes full of mischief.
Evelyn was both irritated and fascinated as she watched him, ââ¦â¦Well, anyway, I was quieter than Adrian.â she repeated the same thing.
âYeah, I could get in big trouble if you werenât quiet.â
Evelyn squinted her eyes as he made fun of her again. Fabian, seemingly aware of it, tried to distract Evelynâs mind by reached out, grabbing her arm.
But still, Evelyn deliberately pushed away his hand with a peevish look.
Both of them were still throwing a joke with affection until the very next moment before the problem arose.
âOhâ¦.â
By mistake, Fabianâs sleeve, which Evelyn jokingly pushed away, was unexpectedly ripped after getting stuck in the corner of the table.
Evelynâs face suddenly darkened. However, Fabian looked indifferent as if it was no big deal, âDonât put on a face like that, itâs just clothes. Besides, I actually donât like a quiet child.â
Even after Fabian spoke kindly, Evelynâs expression still didnât change. Only then did he follow her gaze.
âOh, thisâ¦..â
Between the ripped sleeves, there was a cotton pad seen on the inside of Fabianâs elbows. The cotton was still drenched in red blood flowing out and was unsightly.
Fabian quickly straightened his sleeves and hid his arms from her sight. But Evelynâs face was already filled with sadness.
âEvelyn, this is nothing.â Fabian took Evelyn by the hand. âLook, arenât I really strong and healthy? Itâs just like a flea bite. â
Evelyn tried to calm her tears. She was even more, sadder to hear the desperate comfort from Fabian, the person who suffered for them.
âStill⦠Isnât it very serious?â
Evelyn barely spoke. Adrianâs small body was in the process of detoxifying the demonâs poison and could be healed only by treatment of his blood.
Although it was his own will, it was a fact that it caused Fabian, the Emperor, to lose a lot of blood.
However, Sir Philip and Fabian didnât show much, so Evelyn forgot that they took his blood for medicinal use.
âYour Majesty, are you not pushing yourself too hard? Shouldnât you have told me too?â
âEvelyn, Iâm totally fine. Do you think that only a few drops of blood will hurt my strong body? Youâre going to hurt my pride if you worry about these things.â Fabian comforted Evelyn in a sincere voice.
âAnd thereâs nothing better than being able to do something for my child.â
When he thought of Adrian, who was dying at that time, Fabian was grateful his son could run around and laugh like this.
Maybe without Evelyn and Adrian, Fabian wouldnât have understood these emotions for the rest of his life.
âItâs the best thing Iâve felt since I married you,â he said.
Evelyn tried to erase the shade on her face as she heard Fabianâs warm voice.
âAnd soon, Iâll marry you again, so thereâll be more good things would happen to me.â
In truth, the Emperor who remarried his ex-wife wasnât something that was honored.
It would certainly be a historical scribble that would be discussed in future generationsâ history, even they had ignored public opinion.
Fabian didnât care what people said. But undeniably, his remarriage to his former wife was something that had attracted more attention than his achievements as the Emperor.
âIâm⦠Iâm somewhat embarrassed to think, in several ways, about getting married again.â Evelyn said in a sheepish voice.
Looking at it now, the wedding preparations, led by Rebecca, were already underway.
âIâm looking forward to it.â His calm-low voice rang. âAt the time of our first marriage, I was very nervous, but I know now what I didnât know then.â
âYou mean.⦠thatâs right.â
Evelyn remembered the day when she married Fabian. She was so nervous and trembling that she couldnât recall things. She couldnât focus on Fabian because she was trying not to make mistakes in front of countless eyes.
âThe second time, I think I can do better.â
âThis is not my first time either, just like Your Majesty, so I am confident.â
Evelyn deliberately chimed in with a brighter smile. She chose to ignore the peopleâs opinions anyway and wanted to enjoy what she had and focus on each other.
Now, Evelyn knew it was the right thing to do.
âUgly, ugly, come here!â
Adrianâs lively voice interrupted while they looked at each other lovingly.
âYour Mas-ty! Ugly, say hello to him!â
Fabian held back his laughter at his still-clunky-pronunciation. Now Adrian had steadily mastered etiquette, so he needed the cooperation of the people around him.
Evelyn also seemed to be trying hard not to smile, but she looked at Adrian in a rather dignified way.
âPrince Adrian, whatâs the matter?â
When Evelyn asked Adrian, his clear eyes twinkled, âThis⦠Your Mas-ty, Ugly! Nice to meet you!â
Fabian clenched his jaw and hardened his face, and so did Evelyn. Perhaps, this was the suffering of parents when they had to refrain from laughing at Adrianâs adorable and awkward behavior.
âI see. So, his name is Ugly? Fine, I will remember it well.â
âYour Mas-ty! Noâ¦â¦..Your Mas-tyâ¦!â
âPfftâ¦.â
As Adrian had reached his limit, Fabian grinned then soon laughed out loud. He couldnât help it. Though Evelyn had given him a signal to stay quiet.
Adrian tried to move his short tongue with a powerful cry since he couldnât pronounce âYour Majestyâ correctly. It was a habit that Adrian often did after he realized the words sounded identical.
âFa-father, why are you laughing? Because Adrian is weird?â
Fabian immediately hugged him and set him on his lap when he saw Adrian looking at him with his wide navy eyes. As always, Adrian giggled to show that he enjoyed it.
âNo, you did well,â said Fabian, stroking Adrianâs head.
Even though Evelyn felt that he still had a long way to learn etiquette, she didnât want to disturb the lovely scene between father and son.
âYes, and Adrian has raised Ugly.â
Who raised who? But for now, Fabian nodded, âAdrian, you too, you must grow up strong and bravely.â
âYes, like Ugly!â
âThatâs not good. You have to grow up like me.â
Adrianâs eyes glistened like tears. Feeling happy, his chubby hips were bouncing in Fabianâs knee. âCan Adrian grow as big as Your Mas-ty? â
âOf course. Because youâre my son. And soon, youâll be the Crown Prince.â
âOhâ¦!â
Seeing his innocent expression, Evelyn was convinced that Adrian had no idea what the Crown Prince meant.
âAre you happy to be a Crown prince?â asked Fabian.
This question was actually callous and challenging to answer. Fabian only knew about it himself as he grew up.
âHm⦠not really!â
But Adrian didnât have to. They both smiled softly as they watched Adrian answered coolly about his Crown Princeâs title.
âBecome a Crown Prince is a good thing.â
âNo! Adrian wants to be like Your Mas-tyâ.
If other people said that, he would be considered treason, but the person who told Fabian right now was just a sweet child in his arms.
âThatâs what will happen after you become the Crown Prince.â
âHmmâ¦okay, I get it.â Adrian gently nodded. âBut laterâ¦â¦Now, Adrian is busy because I have to raise Ugly.â
âOkay, donât worry. You have a long way to go. Iâm still busy raising you too.â
While he had no understanding of what Fabian meant, Adrian still nodded his head. He buried his small head in his arms as if he were trying to feel his fatherâs affection and love.
âOkayâ¦.â Adrian whispered.
Adrianâs nap time had passed. He slowly began to close his eyes and leaned on his chest, grabbing the hem of his clothes with a snoring sound.
After Fabian patted his back head several times, Adrian fell asleep. His little figure who breathed out so soundly while sleeping was so lovely.
ââ¦Oh.â Evelyn, who had only watched them, belatedly uttered embarrassing words.
âI forgot to tell you, but Adrian never changes positions once he takes a nap.â
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Fabian was startled and looked at the child in his arms in amazement.
Evelyn was right; Adrian still firmly grasped his hem.
âI canât believe youâre holding me like this. Youâll be a great guy.â Fabian chuckled. He sat more relaxed so that the child didnât wake up.
Finally, after a long time, the three of them could spend time together as one family.
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