3 All my relatives? (1/2)

Oh, my. And this is Nicosar the 8th little one. Its your grandfather! He is currently inspecting the borders to Stricc.”, the Queen is carrying me along a hallway with many portraits of my relatives and shows them to me.

Isn't that nice? Obviously I will have to know them all by full name later! All 47 of them, that includes also all cousins and uncles and so on.

Family seems to be important around here. What a pain! I hope I don't have to remember all the dead ones too.

Sigh, and just to inform you.

Mother really is one of THOSE parents. I am stuck to her from morning till night. No chance of being left alone, to think for a second.

It's been a month since I was born. Lets say that I find the way, mother is treating me a little strange.

Normally I would expect someone to treat a baby like.... well like a baby you know?

But she started teaching me right off the start. Not treating me like a baby and instead like I would understand every word.

Hell, the way she talks to me feels like she expects me to start asking questions every second now.

Well, sorry for not fulfilling your expectations. Forming a word that doesn't sound like baby talk, with this body its just a no go.

She also doesn't like to let go of me. When there is an important meeting, Head Maid has to be in my room all the time.

You can leave small children alone for an hour or two, if someone is close enough to hear them screaming.

Taking care of them twenty-four hours a day and seven days a week will just spoil them.

Once another Maid had to take care of me, because head maid wasn't available.

She was a nice girl and read books to me, but something came up and she had to go out for a short while.

Fate had it, that mother came back just that moment and found me alone in the room.

From her aura I almost expected, that the poor maid would be a head shorter the next day. But I got her to calm down by playing the happy child. Wow, I hope I manage to never arise her ire like that.

The Maid is still working here but she didn't get to take care of me any more. It's a pity, she was my type.

I wont complain, but it still creeps me out! Let us hope that she isn't delusional.

There are many diseases of the mind, that can catch you on the wrong foot.

At least I learned this worlds circumstances this way.

Being around the country's leader all day, gives you all opportunities you need to pick up the most important stuff.

It seems that this world has just one single great continent. It is divided into two great Empires.

The East is occupied by the Stricc-Nation and West belongs to the Tirna Kingdom, which I am currently in.

There are various races all over the place, like our head maid, who is an Elf.

There are so many different types of chimeras here I am starting to believe, that this world is currently mixing all types of races together into one. Strangely enough there seems to be no discrimination against races.

That caught me off guard.

Almost every world, with that kind of setting, that I can think of has at least some kind of mistreatment for people who look different.

But here its zero, nada! At least I didn't come across it until now.

Mothers name is Ireth of Tirna the first, 24 years old. I didn't realize it at first, but mother seems to be some sort of demon!

At first I thought those dragon like horns beside her head were some sort of royal tiara. Sure looks that way.

They are black and polished to the point, that they are sparkling.

If you don't look out for it, you think of them as some sort of semi-precious stones.

In combination with her black hair, almost white skin and those red eyes, she can look really frightening when she is angry.

But she didn't change or take it off, for a whole month now, so I guess they are really horns. Though they look cool in way?

What made me sure of my deduction in any case, was that she scooped me up with her tail one day,

when she was in a hurry and had her hands full with documents. Made my heart almost stop, because I didn't expect that.

She always wears long dresses, so no chance I could see it before. And if you ask why I didn't see it while she was changing.

First I have at least some decency and ogling for my own mother is the last thing I would do! Breastfeeding time is bad enough in my opinion.

Second is that if you get put down on your back somewhere with a newborn body, the most you can do is to count the dots on the ceiling.