Romans & histoires Royal Birthmark

He pointed to the spot. Aralise frowned, tilting her head. “Oh, I hadn’t noticed. Is that…interesting? Isn’t it common for babies to have marks like that?” “No, I don’t think so. I think most birthmarks are nondescriptive,” Charles said, his tone even. He finished dressing the baby, though his gaze lingered on the birthmark's uniqueness. The why of his interest in the child and her birthmark tugged at the edges of his mind, but he couldn’t understand why. “It’s unique, that’s for sure.” He whispered to himself.

The reason behind this tradition is that only the children born out of the royal union are blessed with the powers of the royal bloodline and have distinctive white hair, just like mine. However, if a royal bloodline member has a child with someone outside who is not his or her mate, that child will not possess the royal blood and will not have the same powers as the royals. This is a fact that's been proven time and time again throughout our history. My grandfather had a child out of wedlock before meeting his mate. Unfortunately, that child didn't possess the blood of the Royals despite being the first child. That child happened to be my uncle Rocco, who grew up resenting my father for ste

It was a difficult love, demanding and complicated, but it was the only warranty that her son could survive among the predators. The father was proud of his son, his mate and the battle he had fought in order to start a new line of his own. The baby had faint markings on his skin, the sign of his royal blood. And no one could deny it was his child, the resemblance was striking. The same vibrant eyes, handsome face and gleaming hair. Only his nose was different, he took it after Bianca.

The makeups must be expensive,it just meeting Queen Dowager,I don't know what will happen when they were to meet the king They are just too….. I saw everyone bow so I followed. From what I learned,you bow when you meet a Royalty and don't maintain eye contact with them,so I lowered my gaze. "You are all here,welcome to the palace," A soft voice said calmly. I almost raised my head. It took me effort not to. "I will inspect you,and I need you to tell me your names." The voice instructed. I smelt a refreshing flowery scent hit my nose and I can't help but inhale.

"Father, he found out that he isn't the father of the kid." He shook his head. "After a year already passed? How did he know?" She sighed deeply. "The kid doesn't have the royal mark." The bottle of portion he was holding fell off his palm. "I never recalled that. Its a tradition that the bloodline will have a mark as a proof that they're still stronger than anyone…and that warrants them to keep ruling because they're still the strongest." He turned to his daughter. "So, your son won't get the throne without that mark."

" He said. "But surely i know there are also a lot of descendants from that Emperor or whatever. Why not choose from them? " "You have the perfect DNA resembling those from The great Emperor from the Tang dynasty. You are the perfect heir and they need you to bring back monarchy in this country. " "How did you know i have the perfect DNA resembling his? " "Oh! I snuck into your room and I took your tootbrush for DNA testing. " He explained. I frowned. "That's why my brush went missing! it's you! And why do you people even want to bring back the monarch? I've read from books that the monarchy isn't a very good experience for the people. "

I asked as I gesture with my hand. "She said that she doesn't want to get her hopes on, cause I think it's been 7years already with her wedding to the king, but then after 9 months she give birth to a bouncing baby boy, that's our prince, Fahad, he was named after the former king of Saudi Arabia". I narrow my eyes and said "Too bad he is just a jerk now". Sultana blink her eyes and said "let me finish, then maybe you can judge him".

"What happened?" "Sit down, Mother." Calloway gestured to a chair. "You're scaring me. What's going on?" "Sit. Down." Victoria sat. Her hands gripping the armrests. "Tell me." Calloway moved closer. Towered over her. "The doctor found a genetic marker on Rosie. A birthmark with a very specific genetic mutation." "A birthmark? That's what this is about? Calloway, all babies have—"

She had thought them myths. ‘It’s funny you will think that, when you lived with werewolves almost your whole life.’ Olivera scoffed at Verity’s words. Werewolves were feasible. But dragons?? That was something entirely different, on a whole new level. As the smoke continued to weave its tale, Olivera saw a tattoo on the arm of the Queen, a mark identical to the one she had in her dream. She understood, somehow, that the tattoo was the mark of royals, appearing as a birthmark when firstborns reached a certain age, whether they were sons or daughters. It was a symbol of their ancient lineage, a sign of their responsibility to guard the world's balance and protect its secrets.

I frowned before calling, “Hey, halt. Who goes there?” The figure jerked to a trembling stop and turned slowly in my direction before lowering his hood with quivering, frightened fingers. Torchlight flickered off a bald head where I noticed a purple birthmark covering nearly half of his bare scalp. By God, I’d seen that birthmark before. It had been on Roloff, the very soothsayer Sable and I had been discussing earlier. “What’re you doing out here?” I asked incredulously, dismounting and surging forward into his path. “Are you insane? Don’t you know the royal child’s been born and the king’s sent men out to capture you? Why haven’t you run yet?”