"Your majesty!" the doors flew open with a bang, wood hitting the white wall behind, lending a guard holding the child of the queen. "He's... beautiful." the king smiled holding the little child in his arms. "And the queen?"the question lingered as the guards face turned grim. "She is very ill. The child toke most of her strength. No sign of her illness fading. I'm... sorry." The kings eyes fogged with anger. But he turned his dark eyes to his new-born son. "Your name shall be Nicolas. Nicolas Di Angelo." He cradled the baby in his arms tight. "Nothing will ever happen to you. My son."