1 A New Day

Its early morning, and the sun was peeking over the horizon, shining its light over a small, peaceful village. Despite how early it is, one could already see its citizens starting to move about. The reason for that is simple; this is a farming village. The village of Kin. Its founders named the village Kin because they desired to foster a friendly, tight-knit community capable of sustaining through cooperation.

In a house, a little secluded from the rest, surrounded by a grove, one such family of the community was also getting ready for their day at this time. It's a simple two-story house with two bedrooms upstairs, while the kitchen and dining room are downstairs. It seems like your typical medieval wooden house with glass windows. Inside, a woman can be seen washing dishes in the kitchen while softly humming.

Her name is Norma Argentus, and she lives here with her husband and her 15-year-old son. She has wavy auburn hair that reaches her shoulders, black eyebrows, long black eyelashes, and beautiful green eyes. The contrast of color between her hair and eyebrows is one of her defining features, along with her small dot-like mole in the bottom left corner of her mouth. Despite being in her mid-30s, she doesn't look much older than 24, and her youthful appearance gives one the feeling that she is pretty popular.

"Norma, you there?"

Turning around after hearing a familiar voice, she saw a man peeking his head through the front door. Her husband Bo Argentus was a rugged-looking, muscular man with brown eyes, short black hair styled in a buzzcut, and a bushy beard covering his face. Being in his 40s, he looked a bit older than his wife, with grey patches in his beard and hair giving him a sort of salt and pepper look.

"yes, dear, what do you need?"

"Can you go make sure that boy gets up? It's almost time for us to work on the fields."

"Okay, I'll go check on him right now."

"Thanks, hun; I'm going to take Inventory; just send him my way after he eats and has a bath."

After finishing what little scrubbing she had left, Norma made her way to the stairs to head up and check on her son.

Norma's PoV

After finishing the last cleaning I needed, I made my way out of the kitchen past the dining room table and proceeded to round the corner to head up the stairs to my son's room. I've always loved our house. Everything is just how I want it and offers the perfect amount of convenience.

When going down the stairs, going straight ahead, one would come to the front door. If one were to turn to the right, they would come to the dining room area with the kitchen situated just north of it, giving easy access to either part of the house regardless of whether not one was entering or exiting. On the west side of the dining room is a door leading to the side building that houses the restroom and bath.

Inside, you can find another door on the opposite side that gives access to the outside. Being someone who likes to keep things tidy, this was a necessity for me, especially since we are a family of farmers. In the mornings, people can enter from the dining room to wash and freshen up, and in the afternoon, when we are done with work, we can enter from the door accessible from the outside, thus preventing excess dirt from being tracked in.

I'm very grateful to my husband for building our house to my specifications and giving me such a happy life. One could say I'm so content at the moment that things are almost perfect . . . almost.

Sadly, nothing is perfect, and like all mothers, I have my own set of worries, one of them being my work. While it is a blessing that households in the village can be self-sufficient for the most part and not need to rely on aid from the capital, that doesn't mean that the work doesn't feel stressful from time to time.

Can you get what the other thing I struggle with is? Yep, that's right; it's my son. Like any mom, my children are a constant worry for me. He's very handsome, getting his best traits from his father and me, not to mention when he puts his mind to it, he is very hardworking. One might almost say he's perfect. That is, if it wasn't because he's lazy and has a bit of a foul mouth. Not to mention his obsession with building a harem of human women. ugh, where did I go wrong? Pulling myself out of my thoughts, I reached the end of the hall where my son's room was.

*knock* *knock*

"Rune? I'm coming in."

I opened the door to see my son sleeping in a rather shameful position. He was lying on his back with his legs splayed out to the sides; his shirt was half pulled up, one arm was resting on his stomach with his hand half tucked under the waistline of his pajama pants while the other arm was splayed out to his side, half hanging off the bed. His mouth was partially open with a silly grin while some drool dribbled down the corner of it.

"Rune, it's time to get up. Your father is waiting for you."

"hehehe. . . ladies, please, I can't anymore."

I closed my eyes, the corner of my mouth rose into an exasperated grin, and my eyebrow twitched in anger, 'this boy.

"I SAID GET THE HELL UP!!"

*sigh* Yes, this is my son, Rune Argentus. . .

(AN: Hello, Author here. I want to thank everyone who decided to pick my story up and give it a read. I hope you will continue to give my story a fair shot and join me on this journey. As it is my first time trying my hand at writing, there are obviously a few issues. It took me a while to figure out a writing style that really suited me best. As of the latest chapter at the time of writing this (chapter 94) I have pretty much come into my own and streamlined things to a good extent. So I hope you will at least read to that point before making any decisions. Anyways, that is all from me! Happy reading!)