Adjusting to the unknown pt 1.

As Song-Ji's eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room, he couldn't help but be struck by its archaic Western design, reminiscent of 18th-century French architecture. The atmosphere carried a sense of timelessness, adding to his growing confusion.

The room's ambiance was enhanced by a subtle ray of light that streamed through the large bay window, casting a warm glow upon the scene. Within the room, multiple nurses attended to a woman who could now be recognized as Song-Ji's mother.

A commanding yet gentle voice cut through the air, demanding attention. "Let me see him!" the woman insisted, her tone softened by the recent birthing experience. However, despite her gentle demeanor, her words held an undeniable authority.

One of the nurses attempted to dissuade her.

"Pardon me, my lady, but you need to rest," she pleaded.

"How can I rest when the son I have awaited for ten months rests in the arms of a woman who is not his mother? Melita, please hand me my child so I can see him." the determined mother expressed, her longing palpable.

"Yes, my lady," the wet nurse named Melita could only comply, passing Song-Ji into the awaiting arms of his mother. As he settled into her embrace, he couldn't help but notice the remarkable beauty that radiated from her.

He was then returned to his mother, who greeted him with a warm smile. Song-Ji found himself captivated by her enchanting presence. Her grey hair, resembling threads of silver, gracefully framed a face untouched by the passage of time. Her sky-blue eyes, like pools of clear summer skies, sparkled with depth and vibrancy, exuding a radiant glow.

Her visage bore the elegance and grace of a woman who had traversed the path of wisdom and experience. Smooth, porcelain-like skin exuded a timeless allure, carrying whispers of secrets from bygone eras. Delicate lines of maturity accentuated her high cheekbones, bestowing an air of regal magnificence upon her captivating presence.

Every movement she made was a fluid dance, as though choreographed by beauty itself. Confidence emanated from her, a subtle power that commanded attention and resonated in every gesture. Her rare and enchanting smile possessed the ability to illuminate even the darkest of rooms, inviting all who beheld it into a realm of warmth and joy.

Time seemed to stand still in her presence, for her beauty surpassed the physical realm, delving into the depths of inner grace and wisdom. She embodied a magnetic charm that effortlessly drew admiration and reverence, leaving an indelible mark on the souls fortunate enough to bask in her presence.

She epitomized timeless allure, a living masterpiece that could captivate hearts with a glance. Her beauty extended far beyond the superficial, reflecting the depths of her inner being, a culmination of a life enriched with wisdom and purpose. In her, Song-Ji discovered a rare gem, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, whose elegance and gentle spirit would forever be etched in his memory.

Just as Song-Ji and his mother shared a tender moment, the door swung open, revealing a man of formidable presence. His countenance bore the signs of a life shaped by adversity, his face etched with lines that spoke of experience and unyielding resolve. With a strong, square jawline and piercing blue eyes, he exuded an aura of authority and power.

Tall and broad-shouldered, he possessed a burly physique that radiated physical strength and endurance. Every movement he made exuded a calculated grace, a controlled display of power that accentuated his intimidating presence. Clad in regal attire, the contrast between the softness of velvet and the hardness is a symbol of his dual nature.

After Song-Ji's eyes briefly met the gaze of the burly man, he instinctively averted his eyes, sensing an intensity that seemed to pierce his very soul. As his gaze shifted, he noticed a reverent hush had fallen over the room, with everyone present bowing their heads in deference.

The man, emanating an aura of authority, began to make his way toward Song-Ji with measured steps. Approaching with purpose, he towered over the young child, his ice-cold eyes scrutinizing every detail. It felt as though he could see beyond the surface, peering deep into Song-Ji's essence.

The woman with the sweet voice, who had held Song-Ji moments ago, addressed the imposing man. "I have given you a son, my lord," she declared, her voice tinged with a mix of pride and deference.

In response, the man nodded, a flicker of satisfaction crossing his stern countenance. Slowly, he positioned himself to receive Song-Ji, extending his arms as his mother carefully placed the child into his embrace. Locking eyes with the bewildered infant, the man pronounced with authority, "Your name shall be Barrett William Al Briz, the fourth son of Prince Cedric Al Briz of the Kingdom of Brizia."

Song-Ji who is now to be known as Barret was left baffled and speechless by his fathers proclamation. Questions raced through his mind, as his young thoughts struggle to comprehend the magnitude of his newfound identity.

As he was returned to the arms of the sweet-voiced lady, she looked upon him with affectionate eyes. A gentle smile graced her lips as she introduced herself, "Hello, Barrett. Pardon me, but I don't believe I've properly introduced myself. I am your mother, Anastasia Al Briz." A delicate giggle escaped her, adding a touch of warmth to the room.

At that moment, the air seemed to shift, and Barrett felt a profound connection to the woman who had given him life. Her words resonated with a comforting familiarity as if destiny had guided them to this meeting.

'This world is gonna be more interesting than I had anticipated' thought Barrett.