Mary Geoise - Year 1482
A shooting star streaked across the dark sky, momentarily illuminating the gloom. Below, in the silence of the night, a baby's cry echoed, seemingly in harmony with the meteor, adding a touch of vibrant life to the serene starry vastness. Inside the delivery room, the tension that hung in the air was instantly replaced by an overflowing sense of joy.
"Sir, sir! It's a boy! Mother and child are safe, both are safe!" an excited young nurse exclaimed, rushing out.
The distinguished, elegantly dressed figure, who had been anxiously waiting outside the delivery room, finally let out a sigh of relief upon hearing the nurse's words. "Excellent, excellent! My wife and son are safe. I finally have an heir! Show me the way, I need to see my son immediately." With that, the group hurried off, leaving the once bustling corridor in silence. Outside the window, the stars continued to shine, a beautiful sight.
Inside the delivery room, the important figure looked at the newborn with a mix of nervousness and deep affection. His movements were comically clumsy, as he didn't quite know what to do. On the bed, the new mother, though pale from childbirth, never took her gentle, loving eyes off the baby, as if afraid of missing a single detail.
"My dear," the woman's soft voice whispered, "What do you think we should call him?"
The man looked tenderly at his wife on the bed, reflecting for a moment. Then, carefully, he picked the baby from the crib. The baby, instead of crying, settled comfortably in his arms, his small body relaxing against his chest.
"Hahaha, he really is my son! From today on, his name will be Doflamingo!"
"Donquixote Doflamingo. That's your name now," the baby opened his eyes and looked with innocent curiosity at the strange man in front of him, and then smiled.