Chapter 800. New World
It has been three months since his birth, and Mauve has lost track of all the things that have happened in that time. So much had changed.
After her brother arrived just a few days after she had taken Darcy on his first walk outside, it didn’t take long for her to realize this wasn’t just an uncle coming to see his nephew. It also had to do with their kingdoms—especially with the update from Danag that even with cave explorations, they had only run into five Palers, and that was months ago. Now, they hadn’t seen a single Paler in a month and a half.
They were fully convinced they were rid of Palers, though they hadn’t dissolved the search party just yet. They still stood guard in the Nolands, but other developments were underway, and today was the culmination of it all.
"My lady," Mill cried as Mauve remained by her son’s crib, playing with him. She shook a toy in his face, and he giggled loudly as he tried to catch it, but just before he reached it, she moved it away, making him giggle even louder.
"Mill," Mauve called absentmindedly without paying her any attention.
"I have been looking all over for you. We have to get you ready. The event is starting any moment now."
Mauve pouted as she kept playing with him. She had recently moved him to his own room, much to her displeasure, but it was hard to get her way when Lady Marceline was always breathing down her neck.
She had sneaked in to check on him only to discover he wasn’t asleep and had ended up playing with him instead. She wasn’t sure if he was adjusting to the separation, but she certainly wasn’t. Darcy, however, didn’t seem bothered.
"He’s awake," she mumbled, as if that were an excuse enough.
She could understand Mill’s agitation—as well as everyone else’s, humans and vampires alike. This event wasn’t just for the lords to see Darcy, but also to showcase the new relationship between humans and vampires.
It was also a celebration of the fact that they were rid of Palers, and to mark the completion of the drug for the white disease that Kieran had developed. Mauve was sad she hadn’t been part of the final testing, but she had been preoccupied with her son—and she wasn’t bothered, because he was more important to her than anything else.
It was a big deal, and Malcolm and her mate had spent a long time planning it. Despite her pretense, Mauve was worried. Tonight was a defining night. Yes, many things had been put in place, and she doubted everything would be ruined if the night didn’t go perfectly—but it was still crucial that it did.