Jewel of House Prince

She spent 12 hours labouring before being able to give birth to her son.

Twelve excruciating hours asking God, Merlin, Hecate—anyone who could listen and hopefully answer to her pleas—for her baby to be healthy, to be pretty, and to be his.

But whoever answered her pleas was picky and decided to only listen to a few of her prayers.

The baby, her son, whom she wished to be disciplined, firm, and with a strong character, was definitely not Tobias’s son. She had hoped during her pregnancy to encounter dark, almost black eyes looking at her with wonder.

Instead, she got watery lavender-rosy eyes staring at her own cornflower blue ones. It was the undeniable mark of the Prince line in her Severus. She had tried so hard to escape her duties, distance herself from her line and all responsibilities that came with it. In the end, she couldn’t.

Her father, Augustus Prince, was the Lord of the House, respected and powerful. He had been especially handsome during his young adulthood. Bluish, striking black hair that fell in soft, almost not-there waves until his chin. Purple eyes, like sparkling purple iolites, left young women sighing after his visage.

Her mother, Celeste Isolde Prince, née Rosier, was a beautiful woman too. She had icy blue eyes and ash-blond wavy hair. She was a beautiful Beauxbatons student who was a little clumsy and a little too reserved. But that didn’t matter. Any shortcoming she might have had was erased in favor of her best asset. She was the only daughter of House Rosier. Just the right age to be the perfect bride for Heir Prince.

Raised as a graceful and respectful woman, she became the perfect companion to Augustus.

She came many years into their marriage. They had been married for twelve years before being able to have her. She was their miracle baby. The family healer said that each of her parents was healthy, but together, they didn’t work. It was like a clash of their magics. But they wouldn’t be without the other. There was no other option. They just needed to try hard enough.

And it worked. When she was born, her mother was told that she would be the only child she would ever have. Celeste cried her eyes out, but part of those tears was of relief. She felt relieved knowing that she had continued the Prince line. So, what if she gave birth to a girl? Her girl would be enough to continue their legacy. She felt more saddened for the children she couldn’t give birth to for Augustus. Her dream of a big family was shattered before her eyes. How could she be willing?

Augustus was relieved he could continue the main line of the Prince family, and he poured his heart into his daughter Eileen, the bright light in their lives.

Sadly, Eileen didn’t live up to their expectations. She was rebellious and snappy. She was never satisfied with what she had. She was demanding, and her temper was very well known by her parents and some of her peers. Augustus and Celeste tried their best to comply with their miracle baby’s desires. But there’s always a bottom line not to be crossed.

When Eileen turned 17, Augustus and Celeste started to look for candidates to be her husband. They were convinced that to avoid the clash of magics that would thwart the dwindling Prince line even more, they should have someone who also belonged to the Prince line.

They started to contact the branches of the family that were distant but still pure and alive, bustling with magic. That’s how they came across Lodewijk Prince. He was not a boy, but a man. He was 38 years old—just eleven years younger than Augustus and eight years younger than Celeste. But they believed in his character.

They knew their daughter well. Throwing tantrums left and right, she needed a steady hand and someone willing to pamper her like a princess. Lodewijk was a Belgian man, and he was a traditionalist who believed that women were to be pampered and indulged more. Once they got married, Lodewijk would be named Prince Heir Regent, and the Prince Lordship would be given to their offspring.

He was the third son of the Prince family in Belgium, so he was never meant to have a Lordship. He was not hurried to marry, as he was not the firstborn. He focused on his Potions mastery and spent many years researching new ways of magic in other countries. Being a regent was already a Merlin-given gift to him. He was not reluctant to sign all the paperwork that said he would never be Lord Prince. The Prince Lord and Lady were reassured and happy with such a man for their daughter.

Heiress Prince was not so happy. Why couldn’t she be the Lady of the House and then marry whoever she wanted to? That was not the right way! She didn’t want to marry an old man and have to give birth to his babies just because her parents said so. She wanted to be the real power behind House Prince.

She had the will, but not the talent to back her imaginary claims. She was so pampered—how could she navigate the intricacies of the political scene? She didn’t notice it, but her parents knew well what they had done: they had spoiled her too much! She needed a backer; how could she hold the weight of House Prince on her shoulders?
She agreed to meet the man just to throw a tantrum in front of him and scare him. But in truth, she was not expecting that old man to be so handsome. He was calm and commanding, dark chocolate hair, and he had real Prince eyes. Her own, cornflower blue, didn’t stand a chance in front of the calm Siberian amethyst eyes.

It was common knowledge, since the old days, that the Prince family was blessed with these purple eyes. Shades go from the darkest purple to the lightest lavender. Sometimes, they were gone and replaced by browns, blues, or greens, but the purple eyes were strong and always came back. While the Prince blood was strong, there would always be a purple-eyed Prince.

She felt a little vexed with her cornflower blue eyes because of this. It was not a surprise that she got that shade. Her father’s were purple, but a light one, and her mother’s icy blue ones were the culprits behind her own shade.
The man who was supposed to be her husband was stern but willing to indulge her. She loved being so spoiled and agreed to marry the man. She married him in fact, and everything was fine for a few months.

But she grew bored soon after their ceremony. She started venturing into the Muggle world, looking for new excitements. But the world was right: you shouldn’t be looking for what you haven’t lost.

Going around in a bar, she found the eyes of a bad boy. It was as clear as day in the way he danced and swallowed bottle after bottle. She was mesmerized. Her own husband—forever composed and calm—paled in front of this newfound man.

He was not as handsome as her husband, though. He had muddy, small, dark brown eyes. A big and long nose and some marks left by what could have been acne. But he had a big wolfish smile, and confidence danced in his eyes.

She wanted him.

She had him.

And then, she lost Lodewijk.

They were married. They had made magical vows—how couldn’t he know of her indiscretion? He informed her parents, and then she had the humiliation of her life.

When had she ever been humiliated by her parents like that? Never! She couldn’t understand them—why were they siding with an outsider instead of her? Traitors, all of them!

Instead of handling the aftermath of her poor decisions, she had the biggest tantrum she’d ever had in her whole life. However, this time, nobody was trying to stop her. Disappointed eyes seemed to follow her around while she packed and made her exit.

She went to find Tobias, and he accepted her. Obviously, she was a beautiful woman, and he loved beautiful women. She had lustrous black hair and endearing light blue eyes. Where could he find another woman like that in Spinner’s End?

He took her to his house that was in disorder, old and rusty. That very same day, they celebrated a Muggle wedding in the small church that was in the middle of Cokeworth.

Eileen wanted to go back home when she realized the mistake she had made, but it was too late. They had no money in her opinion, and she quickly realized how hot-tempered her new “husband” was. She found herself longing for the care of her real husband. The one she had vowed to with her magic. And the one she was bound to with her magic.

She was paying for her mistakes, in tears and in magic.

She was as weak as a squib on normal days, and every time she laid with Tobias, she almost felt as if she were a Muggle—magicless, just like he was. But time doesn’t forgive, and her belly started to swell soon after that charade of marriage.

She wished she wouldn’t have to face her actions, her parents, her husband. She wanted to continue acting in the charade. So, she hoped, and she prayed. For a boy with dark brown eyes and black hair.

But the skies had eyes. They sent her Severus—beautiful, with pale, milky skin, bluish-black hair, and lavender-rosy, purple eyes.

These beautiful gems, resembling clear rose-de-France amethysts, were a reminder of who he was and who she was.

He was the true heir to the Prince line, the son of Lodewijk Prince, the grandson of Augustus and Celeste Prince.

She, the foolish daughter of House Prince, the cheater and disgraceful wife of Lodewijk Prince, the spoiled-rotten daughter of Augustus and Celeste Prince.

There was no other option—she had to return Severus to his rightful family.