It had been several years since I, Viola Mangelica Fisalis (née Euphorbia), had married into the Fisalis family. Our union had started out as one of convenience—or more accurately, as part of a contract—but the two of us went through a lot together. Before we knew it, we’d reached our fairytale ending as a loving husband and wife.
And as it happens, we’d even been blessed with a darling daughter! Just how good does it get?!
We didn’t get the news just going about our lives like normal either. There was no casual reveal of “Hey, we’re having a baby!” and “Hooray!”—we found out I was pregnant right after we’d had one of my most precious necklaces stolen!
Everyone had been overjoyed to hear our announcement.
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“Mommy! Daddy! So what happened when I was bown?” asked our darling daughter (or “angel,” as Mr. Fisalis loved to call her), Violet, turning those innocent, sparkling eyes of hers up towards me.
Whoops, looks like she still hasn’t forgotten about that.
While the three of us had been kicking back as a family the other day, Violet had asked us to tell her the story of how she was born, totally out of the blue.
There was a lot about the “romance” between me and Mr. Fisalis that wasn’t fit for a child’s ears. (That’s one way of putting it.) What were we supposed to do, tell her the full story? Yeah, no—that wasn’t going to happen.
Fortunately, we had managed to worm our way out of that dilemma by glossing over certain bits of the tale. Thinking ahead, Mr. Fisalis and I were going to need to work together to invent—ahem, nail down the details of our love story. It was a matter of the utmost urgency.
Yet here was Violet, back to asking questions already. Now that she mentioned it, though, we had only covered up to the part where Mr. Fisalis and his knights won back my stolen necklace in a breathtaking display of skill, only for me to find out I was expecting shortly afterwards.
It had been a few days since we’d told her part one of the story. Now that we were in a similar situation—the three of us enjoying our tea together in the parlor—it must have reminded Violet of that earlier conversation.
Mr. Fisalis gave her a blank stare, but it didn’t take long for the question to ring a bell. “Want to hear the rest of the story?”
“Yeah!”
Violet was beaming with joy from her daddy’s lap.
Now, where to begin...?