If he has a boy he automatically becomes the heir to the counts estate? So that means my boy. . . If they find him out he'll be the heir? Hmm. . It would be better for him to be the heir as he will have a better life, plus the people love him. So. . .

I knocked on the door, while I did I thought of what the count said and thinking of a way on how to put him as the heir so all of them have to accept him no matter what. "Come in."

As soon as I heard that I opened the doors and walked in. Clayton saw me and excused himself, the count however smirked as I walked in. His eyes. . His hair colour I use to hate seeing that. Every time he'd make me lay under him I hated it. But when my son was born and he looked like the count I was scared, as the only ones that have black hair and pink eyes are the heir to the Von-Lowther family.

But he was so bright and happy when he was born that I loved him straight away. And now when I look at the count all I can see is my boy and I hate him a little less. "Nyoria. How have you been?" He asked me.

I glared as he asked me that, "fine my lord." I answered with disgust laced in my voice.

He gave a small laugh as I answered him, like that. "Come now don't be so angry. I was only concerned." He said to me.

"I appreciate that my lord." I said to him.

My son deserves to be happy, after all the fucking crap this family have put him through and the fact he smiles at me and helps me out anyway, he deserves the whole world and I can't give him that, but he came his own bright future with the position he can get.

~time skip~

Nobody's POV

When Nyoria came home, she walked inside and saw that the table was set and the food was done. It was only bread and soup but it was better then nothing. "What's this?" Nyoria asked her son.

"You work so hard mom! So come sit down and enjoy the food! I made it like you like!" The boy said, his pink eyes locked onto his mother's golden eyes.

His mother smiled and sat down with her son, as they started to eat the food, Nyoria was thinking about the ways she could make everyone accept her son.

"Mom, how was work?" Her son asked her.

She looked at him freezing as soon as he asked that. This gave a bad sign. Whenever she done that her son knows that the count tried something again. Either that he hit her.

Once they done eating Nyoria started on the dishes as her son went to take care the bed, preparing it for the both of them. They didn't have enough money to get separate bed so they had to share, but none of them minds. They only have each other and that's all they needed.

Once it was time to sleep Nyoria laid down and smiled as she tucked her son in. "Goodnight." She said.

"Goodnight mom."

To be continued!