Jennette's Twin Brother (WMMAP fanfiction)

👑09. Reversal👑

Therionne began to steal hearts once again.

When Claude heard the report that Therionne finally woke up, he set aside his small paperwork and decided to see if he really is awake.

Together with the rushing doctors, they didn't even have to enter the palace when they heard a child's cry and Athanasia's coaxing voice.

"Come on, don't be scared. They're your older brothers and sisters, right?" She said.

Following the sound, they found the two royals in the garden. Athanasia was carrying a blonde child whose eyes were filled with tears, hugging the princess while the giant lions were also there, stomach and chins sticking on the grass as they wallowed from the sight of their little brother crying after seeing them.

"What's happening?" Claude finally spoke.

Athanasia looked at the group and couldn't help but feel relieve. "Dad, uhm... I'm just bringing Ther out to see his brothers..." which didn't went well.

"Is that really the prince?" The doctors and magicians couldn't believe their eyes.

Before them, was a little boy crying so much from the sight of his own brothers.

Even Claude was confused by this odd situation. They went back to Therionne's room after that and had the boy checked. Therionne was still sniffing and the side of his eyes were red from tears looking very pitiful.

The emperor couldn't help but stare at the child who greatly resembled his brother in the portraits when he was this age.

"His body seems to have stabilized. We couldn't find the reason why he's like this, but overall, except for the heart disease that he's born with, he is fine for now."

The prince shrunk. Became a cute baby. Even the doctors wanted to have a pinch, but they have to hide the treasonous thoughts in the face of the emperor whose watching like a hawk, glaring behind them. If not for fear of dying, they'd rather just feast their eyes and watch this pitiful little prince that they wanted to coax.

Oh, how lucky is the princess whose given the privilege to hug this adorable being. If their children could only look this worthy then they wouldn't even bother. But it seems like royalty has it all. Even children looked like a lethal weapon that can pierce the heart.

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Therionne looked around the big room. When he woke up, he couldn't find his mum or dad nor the doctor uncle who was looking after him.

In an unfamiliar room, he knew that this was not the hospital. Then he turned to the unfamiliar people who were looking at him. They were all nice guys, but where are his parents?

They rarely visit him so he already forgot what they looked like. No one even stepped forward to claim that he was their baby from these unfamiliar faces. Which means that his parents are still not here.

What a let down. People he doesn't know visit him while his parents don't. Baby Ther looked down very upset while niblingq the cookie the maid auntie baked.

Ymmm... delicious.

In the end, baby Ther forgot about his busy parents and happily ate and drank and soon fell asleep again. He was satisfied that there was no syringe that will give him ouchies nor there were any test.

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In the middle of the night where everyone are asleep. The crickets chirps and the moon was full and bright.

The light touches his milky skin, glowing from the beautiful soft light, unaware of the things around him. Obliviously helpless from the any dangers.

On the side of his bed sat a man who greatly resembled him. He reached out a pale slender hand to touch the child's soft cheek and wondered how many things he had missed.

He poked the cheeks again and again making the boy's delicate brow to twitch uncomfortably. A complaining hum and grabbed the hand locked it with a tight yet not so strong arms.

It was also the time that the boy finally opened his bright blue eyes and looked at the shape of the person sitting the side of his bed.

Shape of a man... could it be?

"Dad?" The baby mumbled quietly as he tried to wake himself immediately.

"Sleep more." The deep and forward voice said, as he tried to tuck the boy back.

But little Ther wasn't about to let this moment slip. The man didn't deny when he called him dad, which means that he is really his father.

"Dad?" He called again.

"What now?"

Not denying the second call confirmed Ther's expectations and smiled brightly. Anastacius was a bit stunned to see this boy smiling silly at him.

He crawled closer to the man. "There's no ouchies today, dad. Can we go home now?" He asked.

"No ouchies? Are you always hurt?"

The boy pointed to his chest with a proud yet shy smile, obviously showing the poor interaction between parent and child. Anastacius observed this and felt troubled. Just who the hell raised you? You can'teven recognize your own parents and assume that they're your dad.

"Ouchies here everyday. But today, no ouchies." The boy explained. "No bitter candy too. I'm so happy."

He watched the kid who looks really pleased and awkward with himself as he sat beside him.

"Good job." He praised and petted the soft top of the child's blond hair.

Therionne blushed even more and felt elated. His dad praised him!

"Are we going home now?" The boy asked.

"Aren't you already home?" Anastacius asked.

Therionne blinked and looked around the big room. Then his confused face looked at his father. "Really?"

"Yeah." He replied. He felt ridiculous after saying that. Home? This shackled jail? You call this home?

"Really? Really?" Sparkling eyes appeared in front of him again with amazement.

Anastacius only stared at the happy boy and didn't say more. The child was still immersed in happiness and felt like he was dreaming.

"Dad..." the boy called out shyly as soon as their eyes met.

"Hm?"

"Can we... go for a walk?" The boy began to fidget. His small hands played each other while trying to request something while his father is here.

Baby Ther rarely find his parents. Usually, it was the nurse who would come and go which is why he couldn't request what he'd often ask his parents to do for him.

And when he asks, they always say that he can when he feels better.

Ther knew he'll never get better which is why he never had the chance.

He looked up at his dad. "Please..."

Anastacius blinked and stared at the small white bun in front of him. The son looked at him with such shining jewels that was hard to refuse. The hopeful child looks very pitiful that he didn't even have a choice at the matter.

He lifted the baby and carried him in his arms. The night was ripe and the world was quiet. The room, which occupied two people, suddenly became empty in the pale dark evening.