The red moon hung low in the sky, its crimson glow casting an otherworldly light on the castle walls. Inside, Aria's mother finally pushed through the pain and exhaustion, and Aria was born.
As the doctor placed Aria in her father's arms, Aria's father gazed at his daughter with a mix of wonder and intensity. He cradled her tiny form, his dark eyes scanning her features as if searching for something. For a moment, his aura seemed to dim, and a gentle look washed over his face. His eyes, usually piercing and commanding, softened as he beheld his child.
Aria's mother, exhausted but radiant, smiled weakly from the bed. Her eyes locked onto her daughter, and her face filled with love. "She's perfect," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own ragged breathing.
Aria's father looked up, his gaze meeting his wife's. He held her eyes for a moment, and a sense of understanding and connection passed between them. He could see the exhaustion and pain etched on her face, but also the overwhelming love and joy that filled her heart.
As he gazed at his wife, Aria's father's expression softened further. He felt a sense of pride and admiration for the woman who had borne him a child, who had carried his heir for so long. He looked back at Aria, and his eyes filled with a deep affection.
"Welcome, little one," he whispered, his deep voice rumbling. "You are the light of our lives, and I will do everything in my power to ensure your happiness and safety." As he spoke, he gently rocked Aria back and forth, feeling a sense of wonder and awe at the tiny, fragile creature in his arms.
Aria's mother reached out a trembling hand, her fingers brushing against Aria's tiny hand. "She's ours," she whispered. "Our little one, our joy." Her eyes never left Aria's face, drinking in every detail of her child's features.
The room was filled with an almost palpable sense of love and devotion. Aria's father looked at his wife, and then back at his daughter, his eyes burning with a fierce determination to protect and care for her.
"I will make sure that no harm ever befalls her," he vowed silently to himself. "I will smooth her path, and ensure that she has every opportunity to thrive." He felt a sense of purpose and direction, knowing that he had a responsibility to shape his daughter's life and secure her future.
As he held Aria in his arms, Aria's father felt a sense of pride and ownership. He carried his child, his future. The weight of his responsibilities as a father settled upon him, and he stood taller, his shoulders squaring.
"I think her brothers will be eager to meet her," Aria's mother said, a hint of a smile on her face. "They've been waiting patiently for her arrival."
Aria's father nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Yes, I'm sure they will be delighted to meet their new sister. We'll arrange for them to visit her soon."
As the moon continued to shine its crimson light on the castle walls, Aria's father felt a sense of hope. He knew that the road ahead would be filled with challenges, but he was ready to face them head-on to ensure his daughter's happiness and well-being.