Dragon's Ascension

Following the lead of the maidservants who had come to inform him of Helen's successful delivery, Asher hurried as fast as he could.

As soon as they reached the doors to the chamber where his wife was, Asher blitzed past the maid and speedily opened the door.

With a quick turn of his head and an unnatural tone of urgency, he passed an instruction across, not just to the maid who had escorted him, but also to every other servant of the family present.

They curtsied at the command of their Lord and departed from the chamber.

Helen was surprised but she could do nothing about this other than to stare at the different maidens leaving.

"What is the matter?" she weakly let out, her voice evident of stress and overwhelming exhaustion.

"Don't worry about it. I just want to spend some time alone with you and our baby," Asher encouraged her as he approached the mother and child.

Asher was nearly drawn to tears seeing his newborn son and he looked at his wife and planted a kiss on her forehead, not minding the sweat that soaked it.

Helen smiled at him before turning her attention to the baby whose mouth clutched her nipples as he heard his first meal of life.

Observing how his son was suckling, Asher couldn't help but chuckle.

"Looks like we have another voracious eater in the family," he pointed out on a lighter note.

The couple let out a light laughter in tandem.

"He's handsome," Asher complimented the baby as he stared at him.

The baby paid his father no heed and continued to suckle on his mother's breast, getting in as much milk to his fill as he wanted.

Asher then looked at his wife, caressed her long, icy-white hair and kissed her forehead a second time.

"...Just like his mother," he said, causing Lady Helen to blush.

"What will be his name?" Helen asked.

By this time, the little baby was done with breastfeeding and Helen slowly withdrew her breast from his mouth.

Asher, without wasting any time, blurted: "Ruben…."

Helen looked at her silent baby as if examining if his physical appearance matched that of a 'Ruben'.

"Ruben Draxion," Asher completed the naming of his son," just like my grandfather."

Helen gently stroked the baby's black hair and smiled as Asher christened him.

"I will definitely grow to become as strong as his great-grandfather."

As they basked in the endearing sight of their newborn son, the door of the chamber opened and pulled their attention away from baby Ruben.

The maiden who had entered swallowed, seeing that both her lord and lady were present.

Asher raised his eyebrows and spoke, "What is it?"

The maiden bowed and without a choice, she knew she had to deliver the message regardless.

"My Lord… my Lady," she courteously greeted the both of them. "It's about the maid, Mira Rodborn…"

Asher gulped and glanced at his wife from the corner of his eyes.

As expected, Helen's face expressed heavy disappointment and anger was starting to build up inside of her.

"What about that whore!" Helen bawled at the maidservant who nearly jolted backwards in fear.

She was only but a servant of the Draxions and didn't want to beat the brunt of her lady's rage.

"Sh-she has… she has also delivered a son!" she speedily announced to them while falling to her knees and bowing.

Her gesture was a symbol of total surrender to her master and mistress as well as a form of plea for mercy, considering that she was only delivering the news she was instructed to.

Helen looked at Asher but Asher dared not return that gaze.

He could sense the heat that exuded from her exhausted body.

Helen hissed and shook her head before paying attention to her baby.

Helen Draxion was just too weak and tired to do anything and she left her reaction to what it was — a hiss and a disappointed shaking of the head.

Naturally, it was no surprise that she would feel this way.

If Asher had kept his manhood in place, they wouldn't have been in this situation in the first place.

She was the legitimate and only wife to Asher Draxion, now mother of his second child and yet for some reason unknown to her, Asher had to impregnate one of their housekeepers.

…Mira Rodborn.

Helen was overcome with rage as she thought and compared herself to Mira Rodborn.

Was she more beautiful than her?

Did Mira even have half the status she had?

"He—"

Immediately, Helen raised her hand and hushed her husband, having zero interest in what he was about to say to her.

"Please leave, Asher," she requested calmly.

Asher wanted to speak, but he knew it would only infuriate her the more, so he exhaled and walked away.

As a father, he was proud that he received two sons today.

As a husband, he was disappointed in himself.

As much as his lineage had grown, he knew this matter would not be settled so easily

But the determination in Asher's eyes was enough to let one know that he intended to be a father to both of his sons.

******

At Mira Rodborn's home…

Much like the lady, Helen Draxion, Mira Rodborn had also given birth to a son.

Her son also shared Asher, as a father, with Helen's son.

Mira was both happy and sad about the situation, knowing full well how the Draxion family worked.

She could already envision a hectic future for her little baby.

Mira looked at her bundle of joy and smiled, rocking him from side to side.

Meanwhile, Xander was still befuddled by what was going on.

Spots of milk were visible at the corners of his lips, showing that he had only just been breastfed.

Now, he had the strength needed to keep himself awake and as he did, the little baby could see the clearer view of the two adults.

Xander blinked a few times, shifting his gaze between his mother, Mira Rodborn, and his grandmother, Grace Rodborn.

'Surely, I have been reincarnated,' he deduced, completely convinced that it was the only answer that explained what was happening.

Just a moment ago he was tied up and electrocuted for the crimes he committed.

Not so long after, he was waking up as a baby.

This transition flowed seamlessly as if he had only just gone to bed at night and woken up in the morning.

He stayed silent, taking mental notes of what Mira and the old Grace were saying to one another.

'This Asher person must be my father and this beautiful redhead is my mother… Mira Rodborn. It seems there are some problems between her and my father, but that would be for later.'

Xander changed his line of thought, focusing on more important things.

'I have indeed been reborn…' he doubtedly stated.

He still held a tinge of disbelief in his heart that he was reincarnated.

Just as he was considering his situation, he felt the gentle finger strokes of his mother over his soft, curly red hair.

"What name have you chosen for the child, dear?" Old Grace asked.

Mira looked at her, speechless.

Old Grace's brows lifted with slight surprise. "Don't tell me you have none."

She poked Mira's forehead gently as if scolding her for such a flimsy oversight.

"You know it's bad luck in these parts to not name a child on the day of his birth."

Mira sighed and massaged her forehead where she was poked.

"I know, Mama. Moreover, I already have a name for him. His name will be…"

She looked at the baby and played with him by mumbling incomprehensible words aimed at mimicking a baby's tongue.

"...Ren."