An heir was to be made. Milo had ruled for nearly a year at this point in time, but with no sight of a child who would need many years to be nurtured into the next king, things around the castle and amongst high society had grown quite tense. It wasn't as though the king wasn't trying to make a child with Viola, but the spirit's phenotype was proving incompatible with his.
A creature of pure mana, born attached to another's soul. The snow spirit was pure, untainted, and yet the essence of a truly human man couldn't bear her any children. Something foreign, even perverse, was needed to break the purity of the woman. Only then could she bloom into something more than she was and give birth to a child half-spirit, half-tangible-flesh.
