Chapter 2
“What should we name our little princess?”
In the corner of the delivery room, Madame Clara Voss–the capital’s “Iron Rose” diplomat–cradled me in her arms, her hard gaze sud Kale
Her quiet voice drew the attention of the man beside her,
Jasper Kane, the capital’s most promising major general.
He paused, “Ever hear of Luna? Ancient moon goddess. Our daughter deserves that name–simple, elegant. Thought?
“Luna…” Elara murmured, nodding. “Great.”
But from the next bed–where Kellan lingered, supposedly watching the Henderson newborn–he cut in sharply.
“Mr. Hendersons already picked Luna for their girl,” he said, voice brooking no argument.
“Maybe pick another name, Mr. Kane? Be confusing if they share a name.”
Jasper’s eyebrow shot up.
“Since when? First I’ve heard of it. ”
Elara, ever perceptive, caught the cunning glint in Kellan’s eyes and touched Jasper’s arm.
“Let’s just pick another, dear. Not worth arguing with a child.”
Jasper sighed and turned to her.
“How about Mia? It means ‘mine‘. I just want her happy, you know? No burdens. Free.”
The tears filled Elara’s eyes.
That simple name said everything–how much he wanted me to thrive.
“Mia,” she repeated, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Perfect.”
A warm feeling spread through me.
Kellan could moon over his precious “Luna“.
But here, I had people who truly loved me.
Mom! Dad!
