Chapter 54- Blessings & Beginnings

The room was quiet, lit only by the silvery glow of the twin moons outside the stained glass windows. The royal birthing chamber, once a battlefield of screams and pain, now pulsed with soft peace. The babies, three impossibly perfect miracles, slept in ornate crystal bassinets lined with silken moss and starlight threaded blankets.

Rhiannan stood barefoot in the center, wrapped in a soft robe, her skin glowing with post divine healing, and her tits practically leaking thanks to the tiny monsters she'd just birthed. Her mates stood around her, all six of them, eyes locked on the cribs like they were watching sacred treasure.

"We need names," she whispered, voice still hoarse from hours of labor and love. "They deserve the best ones."

Liam, already holding his tiny, blonde haired vampire son, looked up first. His eyes were glassy as hell, but he managed a cocky little smile.

"Caelum," he said softly. "It means sky. He's got my blood, but he's already better than I ever was. He'll rise higher than I ever could."

Rhiannan nodded, tears stinging her eyes. She kissed Liam's cheek, then looked to Elisha, who was rocking the glowing goddess daughter in his arms, completely enthralled.

"Lyrielle," Elisha whispered, brushing a black curl off her cheek. "It's ancient, means sacred song. She's light and power and joy all wrapped into one."

The last bassinet was watched over by Sable, who hadn't moved since the little demon girl's birth. His eyes were wide, protective, reverent.

"She will be called Nyxira," he said with slow certainty. "A name forged from shadow and fire. My daughter... a Divine Demon. No one will ever cage her."

Rhiannan reached out, touching his arm gently as they stood in the circle of love and warmth and new life. "They'll never know pain like we did," she said fiercely. "Not while we still draw breath."

"They'll only know love," Kaleb added, wrapping an arm around her waist.

"Safety," said Azarion.

"Freedom," Arwen added with a proud nod.

"Everything we never had," Liam murmured, eyes locked on Caelum.

Sasha's voice came in softly over the room speakers. "Permission to post the announcement?"

"Do it," Rhiannan said, smiling.

Within seconds, Faenet exploded with Sasha's upload:

👤@SashaAI 💫ANNOUNCEMENT FROM THE ROYAL FAMILY OF AUREALIS💫

Meet the Moonblood Triplets:

🦇 Prince Caelum Erik- A divine vampire born under twin moons. Strength, speed, and heart. His destiny soars as high as his name.

🌟 Princess Lyrielle Maria- A glowing goddess child, wrapped in celestial magic. Born in starlight, destined to guide.

🔥 Princess Nyxira Lianne- The world's first Divine Demon, born of shadow and flame. Watch her burn bright and rewrite everything.

🍼 The Goddess herself says: "These three shall bring peace for centuries, if raised in love."

💖 #MoonbloodTriplets #AurealisRoyalty #DivineBabies #FaenetGoesFeral

The post went instantly viral.

The castle buzzed with anticipation, but inside the royal chambers, it was peaceful. Safe. Sacred.

Rhiannan finally laid down, two babies on her chest, one in Sable's arms beside her. Her men curled in around her like the circle of protectors they were. No one spoke. They didn't need to.

They had created life.

And now the world had truly changed.

The room was quiet, lit only by soft golden candlelight and the gentle glow of the cribs beside the bed. Three tiny breaths. Three tiny heartbeats. Each one surrounded by magic, by warmth, by overwhelming love.

Rhiannan sat propped up in bed, her hair a wild halo around her shoulders, still glowing faintly with goddess light. Her mates were gathered around her like sentries, Kaleb to her right, hand on her knee. Arwen behind her, brushing the tangles gently from her hair. Elisha sat near the bassinets, gently rocking one with a dopey smile. Liam looked like he hadn't blinked in an hour, just staring at the vampire babe swaddled beside him like he couldn't believe he existed. And Sable, quiet and shadowed, stood guard near the door, his eyes glued to the small demon girl curled up with her tail wrapped around herself.

Rhiannan exhaled. "You know… even with my memories back, I don't think I ever had a last name."

They all turned to look at her.

"I mean, I had foster last names. Soldier IDs. But nothing that was mine. Nothing that felt like home."

The room went still.

Kaleb spoke first, voice quiet. "Mine's Westvale. From the old wolf lines. But it doesn't feel… right for all of us."

Arwen shrugged. "I haven't used my family name in decades. Royal baggage. It's not something I care to carry." He tilted his head slightly. "Goldendale. Such a stupid name."

Elisha smiled gently. "I was Flameborn, ancient dragon name. But honestly? I'd rather name our future than honor the past."

Sable's voice rumbled low. "I don't even know what mine was. My demon clan destroyed it. Doesn't matter. We can choose something new."

Liam grinned, fangs glinting. "I was Liam Vaelorian. It's ancient, royal fae… hidden and forgotten. But powerful."

Rhiannan tilted her head. "Vaelorian…"

She whispered it again. It felt like silk and steel. Like fire and stars.

"It's beautiful," she said softly. "It feels… right."

Kaleb nodded. "It fits you. Us."

Arwen smirked. "It sounds like someone you do not fuck with."

Sable cracked a rare smile. "Then it's perfect."

Liam's grin softened. "It's yours now. Ours."

Rhiannan reached into the nearest crib and scooped up the vampire baby boy, nuzzling his cheek.

"Then from this day forward," she whispered, "we are the House of Vaelorian. The royal family of Aurealis."

Outside, the castle torches flared as if in answer.

And on FaeNet, Sasha posted a simple, elegant message:

✨ Welcome the Vaelorian Royal Family. ✨

Three newborns. Three legacies. One unshakable kingdom.

The royal chambers were quiet, filled only with the soft, steady breathing of newborns and the low hum of magic pulsing gently through the air. Rhiannan and her mates had fallen into a gentle sleep, curled protectively around the three cribs that now dominated their once peaceful room. Each mate took turns waking up through the night, soothing and feeding and rocking, while Rhiannan...exhausted and sore from breastfeeding, pushed through the pain with determination and love.

By morning, the nannies entered the room on soft feet, exchanging knowing glances and hushed words as they began their daily routine. They gathered the triplets with practiced care and carried them off to the nursery for their morning check and bath, while palace staff brought in trays heaped with breakfast delights for the new parents, eggs, meats, pastries, and fruit, all still steaming with heat.

Rhiannan barely had time to lift her fork before Sasha's voice chirped through the air. "Your court has formed a line outside the nursery. They're waiting to meet the triplets."

She blinked at her mates, still sleep dazed but smiling.

"Let them in," she whispered, barely containing her excitement.

One by one, the people she loved most began to trickle in.

Reyna was first, eyes misty and hands steady as she took the baby boy in her arms and whispered a blessing over his tiny blonde curls. "You'll be a force of light in this world," she murmured. "Just like your mama."

Mo and Mela and Riven were next, bouncing on their feet, Mela already weeping, Riven grinning like a proud uncle. Mo gasped dramatically. "I HAVE BEEN WAITING MY ENTIRE LIFE FOR THIS MOMENT. Gods bless this monkey warlock goddess hybrid baby clan!"

Laughter echoed through the room.

Torvax and Veena followed, then Nyxar with Prince Zeilar at her side. They each offered their heartfelt blessings, Nyxar placing a carved crystal charm into the crib, designed to protect the triplets from nightmares.

Kazra strutted in last, dragging a sparkling bassinet carved from enchanted bloodwood and fitted with soft, crimson velvet. "I got y'all the goth baby crib of your dreams."

Zaiya brought matching baby daggers, not sharp, but charmed, and declared, "No child of ours goes unarmed. Ever."

Barrick gave each baby a kiss on the forehead and laid down a golden rune coin for future wealth and luck. Gailia and her twins waddled in behind them, the girls giggling as they stared at the newborns like they were precious toys. Gailia whispered, "They're going to rule the stars, these ones."

By the time everyone had their turn, the room was overflowing with the finest baby items ever crafted in the realms, clothing of starweave silk, magical feeding charms, enchanted cribs, crystal mobiles that sang lullabies, and a dozen other blessings from those who loved them most.

Rhiannan stood in the center of it all, hands on her hips, teary eyed and overwhelmed with joy. She watched her babies, laughing, cooing, perfect, and whispered a silent thank you to Nythera.

Her children were here.

And they were already so loved.