Chapter 194: A Place Of Love
REAGAN POV
I could feel a migraine starting to form in my head at the sound of the constant whining coming from my family members. If there was a way to avoid morning assembly, I would do it. There were lot of pressing matters that needed my attention, pressing matters like saving Dahlia and most times I always handed the reins over to my mother. She could handle what needed to be done in town but matters like this needed my attention.
They were talking about holding a proper naming ceremony for Ivar. Since he was born the day Dahlia was declared death, everyone was busy mourning her death. No one had time to think of the new born babe she had left behind. But now there were whispers among the street, people were starting to find it strange that the heir to house Hawthorne wasn’t granted any naming ceremony. His name wasn’t announced and they were starting to get restless, most especially my mother.
I glanced up at my mother who was busy pacing the hallway talking about history and how my father would be rolling in his grave at such atrocity.
"It’s simply hasn’t been done before!" She said, "The babe is almost a year and he is yet to have his naming ceremony."
Gently massaging my temples, I glanced up at my mother. "He already has a name and you know it."
My mother scoffed at me, as she stared at me with mock horror. "The gods forbid a woman tried to give her grandson born of a strong bloodline a grand ceremony that will introduce him to the world." She said and I arched a brow up at her but she wasn’t finished, "When you were born_"
"Here we fucking go." I muttered under my breath.
My mother narrowed her eyes at me but didn’t say anything, "When you were born, we had the grandest naming ceremony ever and that time your father was just a knight, not a lord like you are now." She said as she stared at me, "You’ve given me my first grandson and I intend to make him be the best Hawthorne. He may have come from those traitors bloodline but he is now a Hawthorne."
"Careful mother, reign in your anger." I chastised her, "Be calm."
I might as well have said the wrong thing because my mother whirled around to look at me, her fur cloak trailing after her as she stalked towards me with eyes flashing with anger. "Oh believe me I will be calm when my grandson has his ceremony!" She said before she huffed out a breath, "The people are starting to whisper Reagan. They think us poor, not rich to afford a naming ceremony of the heir of house Hawthorne! I mean can you imagine what would happen if word got to the king?"