Butterfly

Beneath his tuft of fine blond hair, his orb-like blue eyes stared up at her, and that in that moment Seren found that she couldn't look away – not even if she wanted to. Her son was perfect in every possible way. He was and forever would be, her Oak Prince... Derfael.

Peering over his crib, her index finger affectionately stroking his tiny hands, Seren started humming softly, and gradually her song formed words.

"I won't hurt you... I'll protect you... I won't let the rain fall down... I'll always be around..." and she meant every word of it.