--The queen's chamber--
The air was thick with anticipation as the queen, adorned in ceremonial garb, lay on a bed surrounded by a group of beautiful priestesses. The sacred chamber was filled with rhythmic chants and incense, creating an atmosphere of reverence and mysticism. As the contractions intensified, a wave of a few pain coursed through the queen's body, signaling the imminent arrival of a new life.
With a final push, the queen brought forth a baby boy into the world. The cries of the newborn filled the chamber, a sound both joyous and unexpected. The queen's expression shifted from one of relief to a mixture of surprise and disappointment. The priestesses exchanged concerned glances, sensing the queen's unease.
"Is s daughter, a new warrior for our tribe?" one of the priestesses cautiously inquired, her voice laced with concern.
The queen, still catching her breath, looked at her newborn son, you. With conflicted emotions. "No, he is a boy," she responded, her voice tinged with disappointment. "A son... an illegitimate child who cannot inherit the throne."
The priestesses whispered among themselves, their brows furrowed in contemplation. The queen's thoughts raced, torn between societal expectations and her love for her child. She knew the traditions of the tribe dictated that only female heirs could ascend to the throne.
As the priestesses concluded their hushed discussion, the eldest among them stepped forward, her eyes filled with empathy. "My queen, though he cannot inherit the throne, his birth carries significance. The gods have chosen this child to be a part of our tribe, and it is our code to let you decide what will you do with him."
The queen looked at her son once more, seeing the innocence and vulnerability in his tiny form. She has two decisions in her mind. One is to take care of you, you will have a good education, but as a normal citizen, not the prince. Because Amazon doesn't have any princes before.
Or do as many Amazon had done when they gave birth as male. Sending to the slavery market or selling him to prestigious families.
So...What will your mother decide...
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