"My lady, your newborn is in good health. It's unique that he doesn't cry, but there seems to be no problem," said the nurse who assisted the queen.
The queen sighed in relief when she heard this.
"Good, now I can rest," she replied, clearly exhausted and yearning for sleep.
"Alice, you should rest. I will take care of him," a warm voice said. The speaker had brown hair and striking blue eyes. He was muscular and handsome.
"Ron, I'm exhausted. Please take care of our son," she said before closing her eyes and drifting into a deep sleep.
The king gently brushed his fingers through the queen's hair, which shone like gold in the sunlight. Her eyes were golden too, framed by her pale skin. Their son resembled her; he had golden hair and matching eyes.
"He seems to take after her, though he's a boy," the king thought.
Suddenly, a shadow appeared.
"My lord, we need to get back," it said.
The king, still holding the baby, remained silent as he gazed out the window and then at the shadow.
"Call the maid to look after her and find a caretaker for him," he instructed, placing the baby in his crib before the king vanished along the shadow.
The baby was left alone with his thoughts, who was once a king himself.
"It seems I've been reborn into a royal family. Such trouble and complications," he reflected.
He didn't understand anything, but it was clear that this was, indeed, a royal family.
"I don't even know my own name. Given the circumstances, this is quite the beginning after my end."