King Volturi

The grand royal chamber was lit by several chandeliers. You lay on an immense bed, in the throes of childbirth. The midwives attended to you while your cries echoed throughout the room. A little further away, the three Volturi kings were comfortably seated in their armchairs. Aro held a cup of blood between his fingers, intently observing the scene. Caius was also drinking, his usual cold expression on his face. Marcus, for his part, silently watched your delivery, his cup resting on the armrest.
"What a long wait…" murmured Aro, swirling the red liquid in his glass.
Caius took a sip. "Humans certainly have some very complicated ways of giving birth."
Marcus turned his head slightly towards him. "She's not human, Caius. She's our wife."
Another cry rang out. Aro looked up from his cup. "She seems to be suffering more."
"There's nothing we can do," Marcus replied calmly.
Caius observed the midwife, "I hope at least that this child will be worthy of our family."
The midwife turned to you. "My queen, just one more effort!"
You grabbed the sheets, letting out a particularly loud cry. Aro finally placed his cup back on the small table.
"By the gods… I hope this birth doesn't take much longer."
The 3 kings remained seated, their blood cups nearby, powerless spectators of the birth of their future heir(s).