Literature
CW: The Seventh Child (Part 1: Fae)
Septimus, the seventh child, knelt at his mother's bedside as she died. He was the only one who had even tried to be there. He might be the only one who knew. "They can all go to the gutter," spat Madam Marise, stroking the back of Septimus's pale hand with her own even as she trembled in weakness and anger. "Hear me, boy? You too, Carlson, listen up. I don't have any children, none but this one right here. My little faeboy... you're here. You'll never leave me..." She began to ramble, as she did so often these days. Septimus bowed his head, turning his hand over to squeeze her fragile fingers gently. A meager shadow of the hug he wanted to give the woman who had raised him. Fae. Carlson the butler had told him the real story. They'd found him in the woods, an albino waif abandoned by parents who, undoubtedly, couldn't afford a child. When Madam Marise told the tale, the bones of it were the same, but the details... from her, it belonged in a fairystory book.
