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[Queen Sarah]

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Strands of loose hair dangle from her tied up, long forgotten hair. As she leans over her son's crib, she absentmindedly blows at the strings of hair to move them from her line of sight. Sleeping in the crib is the heir, her son Ameer Najm Oryan or Naji for short. Sighing softly Sarah’s small body feels old and sore. The birth of Rufus’ son was painful and long, threatening both her and Naji’s life something that will always bind them closely to one another.

His dark locks curl around his small cherub face and his elven ears. His dark complexion gives him an older and healthier look. And his soft pink lips that shift quickly from mood to mood, now remain relaxed in sleep. Sarah runs her fingertip over his cheek then straightens up. Feeling her muscles resist makes a moan escape her lips. The once graceful queen barely makes it to the rocking chair that sits beside the royal crib.

“Rufus, come home…we both need you,” she begins her nightly prayer over the child that belongs to the realm.