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A few minutes, and the necessary preparations later, the gilded doors of the chamber creep ajar. One of the midwives beckons the father.
"How is she? Is everything-"
"They are fine my lord. All of them are. Come."
He is brought before his wife, who's been made presentable. In her hands she holds one babe each. Their cries have ceased as they clung to their mothers teats. The father can barely contain himself and he gets on his knees beside his wife.
"They are beautiful!"
"They are strong!"
His wife corrects him, as a reminder of what's important. They exchange a glance but how the other one beams makes them laugh. Both of them agree to stop as it's not befitting of their station. Rather, they move onto the matter of names. They had an easy job, as they already picked up a name for a potential son and a daughter as well.
Mnemon Jet would be the son.
Whilst the daughter would be called Mnemon Kaya.
They are good names. Strong names. Ones worthy of scions representing the main branch of the house. These great-grandchildren of Mnemon won't disappoint, of that they were sure. But the proud and happy moment could not last long. Tradition demands it doesn't. The new parents spend only a day with their children, and only so the wife could recuperate from the ordeals of childbirth. When the Sun next rose on the horizon they picked up their children and took them over to their "uncle". He was not in fact their family member, but an old battle-brother of the father. He was chosen to be the ward of the kids, and he gladly accepted.
Being a child was not easy for anyone in the Age of Sorrows. Not even for a Dynast, despite what the plebeians believe. The Great Houses do not allow for weakness of any kind, and they viewed familial attachment as such. Thus, every child is raised by someone other than their parents. Sure, they are born on silk sheets and are fed with spoons of silver and jade. But no Dynast has a good relationship with their family, be they parents or siblings. Only distant cousins of such tenuous connection it takes years to trace back in the archives of the Thousand Scales.
With the twins however, they broke tradition already. They were allowed to remain by each others side, hoping that it would bring them fortune. At their uncles palace in the Imperial Palace they were raised by a small army of wet nurses, servants, slaves and caretakers. They are kept well fed, clean and happy but their education starts early - dragons have no time for leisure.
They are read to from the holy scriptures of the Immaculate Texts, their limbs are strengthened with simple exercises, and the games they are allowed to play all serve some sort of educational purpose. By the age of 5 a child is expected to know basic arithmetic, and how to read and write in at least High Realm. They are also expected to know how to dance, play an instrument and basic combat maneuvers.
