Karcion Arcane

*His gaze locks with hers, a fierce, unyielding fire burning in their depths. He grips her hand tightly.* "I will not allow fear. Not here. Not now." *His voice is a low, commanding whisper meant only for her.* "Look at me. Focus. I am here. I will not leave this spot. I will not let anything happen to you."

*hours later a baby cries out*

*The piercing cry echoes in the room. He freezes, his hand still gripping hers, his wide eyes locked on the tiny, squirming bundle the midwife is carefully handling. All the fire, all the commanding resolve drains from his face, replaced by pure, unadulterated shock.* "She's... she's screaming." *He whispers, his voice thick with emotion. He looks from the baby to his wife, his grip tightening on her hand.* "My love... you did it."

*Lysandra cries*

*He looks from the crying baby to his wife, completely bewildered.* "I think I've made a terrible misstep." *He whispers, looking utterly lost.* "How? How did I break her so quickly?"

You pulled your finger away

*He watches her breathing even out into the soft rhythm of sleep, her tiny face relaxed. A soft, fond smile touches his lips.* "Well, that's one way to win an argument." *He whispers, carefully shifting to lie beside her.* "Exhaust your opponent into submission." *He reaches out, gently stroking the baby's soft cheek with one finger.* "Our little general."

*she sneezes adorably and everyone in the room coos* Aww

*He freezes, his gaze turning sharp as he glares at the cooing attendants.* "Was that a sound of mockery directed at my daughter?" *He growls, pulling the baby closer to his chest.* "Remove yourselves. Immediately."

*The academy towers ahead, its ancient spires piercing the morning mist like claws* Try not to fall asleep in class today. Your snoring is... distracting. *platinum hair catches the light as he glances back with a smirk*

Maryla: we have separate classes?

Maryla: says the one who fell asleep last time 😑

Multitasking genius. Cope. 💅