Oran saw Malm lying weakly on the bed, resting with his eyes closed.
The maid was holding the baby and was putting the child to sleep.
Mier and Karin were guarding Malm.
Raina was in the corner, sewing gifts for the baby.
"Your Mightiness!"
Everyone stood up and saluted, Olan nodded, and then let them go out.
Then he personally picked up the child brought by the servant.
This child is fat, has a round face, and has a milky smell on his body.
Even if you count the memories of a lifetime, this is the first time he has become a father.
The feeling of holding such a new life in my arms is indescribable.
Oran didn't want to wake the weak Malm.
He already knew that this time it was a difficult childbirth, and both mother and child almost died. It was Malm who begged desperately to save the child.
But this also took away her physical strength and health.
Her skin was already very white, and now her face was even more pale.
Oran was wrapped in a sad mood.
Then he carefully touched the fat boy's soft face.
A surge of fatherly love surged from my heart.
The child's eyes look so much like Malm's!
The corners of Olan's eyes suddenly became wet.
The servant shouted softly from outside, and Oran just replied, "Don't even come in."
He leaned against his wife's bedside, watching over Malm and coaxing the children.
Olan sometimes hummed, sometimes made faces, and finally put the noisy child to sleep.
“I’m going to name you, do you like warrior?
Cedric?
No, all soldiers have to charge. This is not good, it will hurt you. I will give you the name of a wise man...
Atanse?
Still not good, this may make you too weak. You know, to be the master of the country, you must be strong, as strong as your father. Women, subjects, subjects, and soldiers cannot shake you.
You should be firm,
You should be decisive,
What's it called?
Forget it, when your mother wakes up, I'll ask her to give you a nice name. "
Oran raised the child high and raised his mouth to tease him deliberately.
But the child looked indifferent and didn't respond. When Olan started to speak, he almost cried again...
"Don't cry, don't cry, you know, your grandfather hates people crying. I was not allowed to cry when I was a child.
When I was very young, he told me how to be a lord,
When I was five years old, I was educated by an old monk with white hair. He always smelled bad.
I later found out that every time he came to teach me, he secretly communicated with the women in the castle.
At that time, he said some long sentences to me every day that I couldn't remember at all.
There are also a string of names,
Abraham begat Isaac, Isaac begat Jacob, and Jacob begat...
I don't want to know who gave birth to who!
He also forced me to learn Frankish and Latin.
When my teeth were not fully aligned, my tongue almost broke while practicing pronunciation.
Two years later, I got a horse named Gift.
I slept with him in the stable, and I helped him steal fodder and wild vegetables from the kitchen.
I wanted to ride it, but I killed it and cried for a long time.
For I bow to my servant and intercede.
Even the servants were almost hanged!
A lord cannot be soft-hearted or lower his status. This is the concept your grandfather has always instilled in me.
I finally remembered.
Later, an old nobleman appeared. He was a relative of my mother's line, that is, your grandmother's elder.
Your grandmother was a minor Frankish noble. She came to England with your grandfather and never went back.
You are so lucky, you have a mother, but I don't.
Is this old nobleman your grandmother's uncle?
He is from Frankland and always brags to me that he was blessed by 'Charlemagne' when he was born.
do you know who he is?
Emperor of the Romans!
In his time, anyone who studied Frankish had heard a saying,
'If Frank is your friend, you must not be his neighbor',
Isn’t it very majestic?
From the Mediterranean to the North, anyone who is a believer in God must surrender to Him!
Your father will be so great one day.
I'm going to give Old Viking...ahem,
I want to hang out with friendly Vikings,
Wherever the sun shines, everyone will respect my code in the future!
And you are my heir.
I will marry you a prince or princess, and you will give me grandchildren, who will give me great-grandsons..."
As a new father, Olan held this fat white boy in his arms. The more he talked, the drier his mouth became.
But I didn't feel bored. As long as this kid made a look or responded with his mouth,
Olan has the motivation to keep talking.
When he came to his senses, he realized that Malm had woken up at some point.
Malm didn't speak, just looked at Oran quietly.
This is the first time she has seen Olan so lively.
Like a child.
Oran held his son to her.
The child disliked Olan, but when his mother held him, he made happy noises and had dimples on his face.
Olan looked at his wife and didn't know what to say.
Malm said, "This is...the child, our..."
"Don't talk, you're too tired."
Oran leaned on the bed, held Malm in his arms, and looked at his son with his wife.
Malm's tears kept flowing, and her clothes and quilt were wet.
Olan was suddenly very upset. He shouldn't have killed King Ella so cruelly!
Regardless of whether Ella is her father or not, that is the man who raised her for twenty years!
At this moment, even if his heart was iron-clad, Olan could not be cruel.
Can……
"Don't hurt your sister...brother, and...okay."
The child's cheek was touched by his mother's tears and he started crying too.
"They... are very good, very good. Let me find a good husband for Mia..."
Malm said "hmm", feeling very tired and began to fall asleep again.
Oran just stayed with her, humming soft songs and hugging his wife and children tighter.
…
That night, Olan walked out of the room.
Because of the riders outside the house, there was another urgent military situation.
"who?"
"To the north, the Irish Vikings knew that we had captured Uba and sent a fleet ashore. The leader was named Chris. I heard he was Yinval's son. They even robbed a village."
"What do you want?"
"I need you to release him, otherwise he will come to visit us endlessly."
"Your Excellency, this is a letter from King Lionheart."
Before Oran could finish his instructions, another rider came.
Oran had ordered that as long as it was military information, it should be sent to him regardless of time and place.
This rider actually arrived three hours ago, but he didn't dare to disturb Olan and could only wait for him to come out of the room.
"I'm very tired, Nanamp, you come and read."
After opening it, Nanamp took a quick look and said, "Lionheart is going to put two Viking chiefs on trial. If we don't surrender, he will come to King's Landing himself."
"Listen, let's first..."
The manor soon turned into the hall of Oran again, and government affairs were handled until morning, when a new rider arrived to report.
"Your Excellency, Alfred's people are here again and want to borrow people from us. They want to counterattack and retake the towns around London."
"Your Excellency, over there in Scotland..."
"Sir, our territory has been invaded by a small group of Vikings. What should we do?"
"Your Excellency, three guild merchants were killed in Mercia, and all their goods were robbed."
"Your Mightiness......"
Oran took a deep breath, a lord should not be weak.
Damn it to Ella, damn it to the Vikings, damn me!
