The City of Golrid
It was well past ten at night in a lavish estate nestled in the wealthiest region of the country. Within its grand halls, a group of people eagerly awaited the arrival of long-anticipated news—news that would change everything for the Adam family.
On the second floor of the estate, in a room adorned like a royal chamber, a woman lay struggling through labor. The atmosphere was tense, filled with the hushed voices of the nation's top doctors, all present for this critical moment. Despite her pale and exhausted appearance, the woman exuded an unmistakable air of nobility.
By her side sat a man in his thirties, gently holding her hand and offering words of comfort. Andrew Adam, the second son of the renowned Adam family, was the wealthiest man in the country. The Adam name had long been synonymous with respect, power, and prosperity.
"It's okay, dear," Andrew murmured, his voice steady but filled with concern. "It'll all be over soon. Our child—she's going to look just like you. We're going to spoil her silly. Just do your best and try to relax. I believe in you—and in her."
Tears streamed down Kylie's face as she gripped her husband's hand tightly and pushed through the pain.
Nearly half an hour later, the sound of a newborn's cry pierced the air.
The lead physician stepped forward, cradling a tiny bundle in his arms. "Congratulations, Mrs. Adam," he said, presenting the child to Kylie.
"What a sweet little one," Kylie whispered, her voice thick with emotion. She took her newborn gently in her arms. "Hello, baby. Can you hear me? I'm your mother. And look—your father is right here." She smiled through her tears. "Welcome to the family, our precious daughter."
Andrew gazed at his wife and their child, his eyes misting over. "Hi, darling," he said softly, brushing away a tear. "You already look just like your mother. From today, you're going to have the most pampered upbringing imaginable."
Kylie nodded in agreement. "Yes, sweetheart. Just like the stories your father will tell you, you'll grow up loved, cherished, and happy."
After ensuring Kylie was resting comfortably, Andrew carried his daughter downstairs to the awaiting family.
"Here we are," he announced proudly. "Look, we have a princess in our family."
Mathew Adam, the family patriarch, and his wife, Anne, approached with warm smiles. "Wonderful," Mathew said, cradling his granddaughter. "Finally, a princess in our lineage."
"Let everyone receive gifts—it's a day of joy!" he ordered. Anne, standing beside him, added with purpose, "And starting today, we shall sponsor the education of five students every year on this date, until they graduate."
Mathew chuckled. "Yes, yes. Follow your mother's advice. It's a noble gesture. Besides, it won't make a dent in our wealth."
Kylie's parents, Mr. Max and Mrs. Jenny Daisen, who had overheard the conversation, walked over.
"Don't think the Adam family is the only one wealthy enough to indulge their granddaughter," Mr. Max said, half-jokingly. "The Daisens are more than capable of doing the same. We'll contribute to the sponsorship as well."
Mrs. Daisen gently tugged her husband's hand. "Now, now. Everyone knows how rich you are. Today is special. Don't raise your voice—you'll scare your granddaughter."
The Adam patriarch, Mathew, had two sons. The elder, Alex Adam, was a father to two boys. The younger, Andrew, had built a vast business empire of his own and inherited half of his father's assets, rising to become the richest man in the nation.
Andrew was already the father of four sons, each born a year apart. The family had been yearning for a daughter for many years, making this birth particularly momentous.
Alex's wife, Sofie, came up to Andrew. "How is Kylie doing, little brother?"
At the same time, the Daisens chimed in, concerned: "How's our daughter?" "And how's my daughter-in-law? She's given this family a true gem," Mathew added. "I'd like to see her."
"She's resting," Andrew replied with a smile. "The doctor says she's fine. Just needs sleep."
"Good to hear that," Mathew said, and the entire family exhaled in collective relief.