THE RED PHOENIX - THE WEEPING MONK [1] (slow updates)

WINTER CAME BY CRASHING, Gwendolyn held her newborn babies in her hands. She took a glimpse at her small fragile babies, both of them. One was a girl, with icy dark green twinkling orbs, with speck of golden, she could see wisps of fiery red hair growing, same was said for the boy. Born with icy dark green eyes simmered golden specks, wisps of fiery red hair. The babies cuddled in her arms, she tear up seeing her children.

"Gwendolyn?"

Gwendolyn's teeth clinked seeing her husband. He held a questioned look than soon enough, his eyes fell on the babies, she carried in her arms. "Are these?" Immediately, Gwendolyn nodded eagerly began to tear up, holding her small children. Slowly, he leaned over her staring at his children. "Their twins." She spoke, softly. He smiled seeing his children, something he always dreamed of ever since he married her secretly and she was forced to live their small castle up north, give birth in Dewdenn without his consent. "May I?" He asked, softly. Gwendolyn nodded eagerly, smiling out of happiness. He picked up his daughter first, watching her sleeping.
"This is one, she is special. I could feel it." When he said those words, Gwendolyn face fell, she turned to look at him, breathing heavily. "I'm sorry, Charles. My children will be taken to the village be raised by the elders."
Charles looked at her horrified. He held onto his daughter.  She watched as she began to tear up holding his son.

"What's wrong? Gwendolyn? Their my children. They'll come with me, they'll be raised as princess and prince."  Gwendolyn heart broke when she heard him say those words. Within the fragile crystal, a honey-coloured potion simmered, stinking of fermented wild roots. Soon enough, three very tall men dress in black appeared behind him. The small room within the cottage began to break in bubbling and frothing brownish air remerged, fizzling upon, bitterly as brown ash on her lips.

"There is no need for that," her voiced croaked. "I'm the daughter of a Fey. They'll be known as Prince and Princess of Freefolk. I'm a princess after all, my children will be well taken care." Charles immediately raised his eyebrows in disbelief, horrified that she is refusing him from giving them titles.

"I knew that."

She smiled sadly upon him, cleaning her tears away. "There isn't anything else, I want. I want for you to raised our children together. We always wanted this. I wouldn't like for our children to be raised as proper prince and princess. Their special, our children. Our precious children, our boy and our girl."