👑 💙 Mallow 💙👑

Azahriel walks into the nursery den, greeted by a nervous lioness who seemed to be shielding a lioness who recently gave birth. Looking around the first lioness, he sees two scraps of fur that look just like all his other cubs, but their mother, Illiana, seemed to be hiding another beneath her tail and paws, black fur visible between them.
"Why keep the third so secretive? Other cubs have inherited my mutation." He spoke gently, pushing past the first lioness to be beside Illiana. Azahriel welcomed his Murky Patches being passed to his children, as he saw any mutation, fur or physical, as a blessing.
"I... I was nervous you would fear I strayed from the pride and had relations with another lion." Illiana spoke gently, uncurling her paws to reveal a cub that was not patched like Azahriel, but a solid charred black. The only speck of pigment were the cubs eyes, a dazzling blue against such a dark background. She had Melanism, and Azahriel thought she was the most precious thing he had ever laid eyes on. His Princess, Mallow.