Sya could not see his son but could smell thier bond and smiles proudly. His hand lightly resting on the childs head as he places several kisses upon his queen. "you... did so beautifully my love, thank you" he keeps kissing her till he sinces the second roll and returns to holding her hand and aiding in the birth as much as he possibly can. coaching and encourageing. However this time, there was no joy when the second child blue in features and silent in life lay quickly in the arms of his creator. Sya's own heart sank sadly and his soul fell sharply. He comforts his wife hiding the own pain within his heart and soul as well. Finally enabling her to a slight bit of sleep.<br/><br/>A mere hour passes with the life of the Mistwood heir. Sya hiddenly is beside himself, clutching his wife to his core ignoring his still deeply paind body, now his mind wracked with an even worse pain. The pain of loss, the pain of failure, and the pain of knowing he caused it. His arms trembled as they later watched thier beloved sons turn to ash in a proper bariel after tying in customs from both Sya and Talia's family lines. He pulls her close and as a single tear hits her head from his eyes, his mutters weakly... "I am... sorry... this is aall... my fault... I knew... I couldn't do it..."... what a wretched day in the kingdom this had been, all was quiet and all were mourning the great losses and battle that had occured....<br/><br/>-One year slowly passes healing wounds enough for life to return to normal once again.<br/><br/>Sya sat at his desk in the newly renovated office, he had taken to crafting and renovating the castle and homes in the village as a way to earase his pain and greif. Finally the king had returned much of his previous sight aND WAS ABLE TO DO ALL HIS OLD TAKS AGAIN without help (sorry cap lock again...). His silver rimmed glasses sat nealy on his nose as he reads a new document from a neighboring kingdom needing help. His scars were deep but attractive, his features more lean and fearce yet his heart had grown even strong and his wisdom beyond his years. The only thing holding the king back now was the refusal to try again on his heir, though he and his queen would kiss and make love he would never allow himself to that point before he would stop and fall into a small grieving time. However the last week or so he had been attempting to get better. Thanks to preasures forced on him repeatitively about producing an heir for the kingdom.