The baby wasn't crying, meaning that it was probably not breathing. She still felt pain, and the realization that her baby wasn't crying put her into shock. "My baby...my baby..."

Sorina and Vlad still held onto Angelina as they saw the midwife cutting the umbilical cord. The baby wasn't crying and was slowly turning blue. Vlad immediately carried Angelina to bed and ordered Sorina to stay on her side. He went to the midwife, and Ioana tried to get the newborn to breathe. Vlad refused to lose his son, whom he had with the woman he loved. "Give him to me."

The midwife looked uncertain, but Ioana reassured her and motioned for her to hand the newborn to Vlad. Vlad gently held his son and looked at him. He felt his heart skip a few beats. His son had a lot of black hair, a small nose, and thin lips. His son reminded himself of himself. Suddenly, he turned his son around and pounded on his back. 

"What are you doing, Vlad!?" Ioana asked. 

Vlad the Monk heard the commotion from the outside and entered, seeing the sight before him. He saw Angelina in bed, going through shock, his brother holding his newborn, who wasn't crying. After hearing Angelina's screams, he knew that the situation had gone dire. "Brother?"

The Voivode didn't look or seem to hear his brother as his attention was on his son. After pounding his son's back, Vlad turned him around and breathed on his son's nose and lips. Vlad repeated the process. Angelina saw what Vlad was doing and realized that he was doing CPR. Vlad looked determined and knowledgeable. She didn't want them to lose their son, but for the first time, she prayed.

She was praying to anyone who would listen to make her son live. Sorina sat by her side as she held onto her hand.

Vlad continued the CPR, but his son was neither breathing nor crying. He heard Angelina whimper. He refused to give up and lose his son. Vlad stopped breathing onto his son but continued pounding his back. He did something that surprised everyone.

He sang, 

"Nani, nani my sweet tiny baby 

 Nani, nani my sweet tiny baby 

 Till tomorrow at noon 

 Till tomorrow at noon 

 Be you grow bigger and stronger 

 Be you grow bigger and stronger 

 Dearest tiny baby of thy mother 

 Dearest tiny baby of thy mother."

Ioana stilled when she heard Vlad sing the lullaby. She sang it to Vlad when she nursed him until his early childhood, and to Radu when he was an infant and child. Hearing and seeing him sing made Ioana want to cry tears of joy. 

Then, a sudden whimper echoed in the room. Vlad flinched as he felt movement; his son was moving and whispering. 

"Gghhh! Aggghhh! Waaa!"

Angelina's eyes filled with tears as she heard her son's cries. Relief and happiness overwhelmed her, and she burst into tears. "My baby! My baby boy! Vlad, you did it! You saved our baby!" 

Vlad looked at his son, who slowly opened his eyes. "He has my eyes," he mumbled. 

Ioana stood, holding onto a blanket, and motioned for Vlad to come over. The Voivode noticed the blanket, and he let Ioana gently wrap it around his son. However, the blanket has a white background and red crosses. "I made this for...your child. It is my gift to you and your son. I bid you and Angelina congratulations." The older woman noticed the newborn, her grandson. Never had she felt emotional when Minah was pregnant and gave birth. She always had a feeling that Mihnea was never Vlad's son. "He looks like you, Vlad. I mean, Voivode."

Vlad's eyes never left his son, who continued to cry. Many emotions ran through him as the reality of being a father was dawning on him. He was a father. The Voivode felt such a strong connection to his son. He was accustomed to killing and impaling his enemies and those he deemed a threat, but he helped create a life for the first time. "He wants his mother." Vlad looked at Angelina, who then motioned with her arms, desperate to hold her son.  

Angelina and Vlad's arms connected. When carrying her son, Angelina felt a sense of intense love and protection. Her son stopped crying as he looked at her. Holding her son made the young woman question how any parent could abandon their child. A child who was a part of themselves. She kissed her son on the forehead. "You're so beautiful, my baby boy." 

Vlad the Monk walked behind his brother as he gently patted his shoulder. "The boy looks so much like you, brother. What shall the boy's name be?"

Angelina and Vlad looked at one another and then at their son, who slowly closed his eyes. Vlad sat beside Angelina, gently touching his son's soft and silky hair. "Do you have a name in mind, Angelina?"

"I-I haven't thought about it. I was busy stressing about you." The young woman looked at him. "Have you thought of a name?"

The Voivode looked at his son, "Radu."

Everyone was surprised by the sudden choice. "Radu? A-Are you certain you wish to use that name?"

"I always wanted to name a son of mine my brother's name.I have failed to protect my brother but I will not fail my son. I do not wish for him to carry my name. Does that please you, Angelina?"

"Yes, if that's what you want, then that's how it will be. My little Radu."

Vlad looked at Angelina and Radu. He felt his world shift; his family was what he always wanted. An idea came to mind, and he was sure of doing it. He thought about his brother's proposition, but since he had sent the coins and a letter without a response, he feared that Alexandrei had something to do with it. He did one thing first, leaving him no choice but to continue with the plan. Angelina, do you wish to get married?

Angelina gasped when she immediately looked at him. Everyone did the same. "What? Married?"

"Yes, married. I saw Minah's body being carried and took her own life. Meaning that our marriage has ended. Will you marry me?"

Everyone was stunned; the fear of losing the baby and Vlad wanting to marry Angelina was a lot to take in. "W-Wouldn't it be too soon!? Lady Minah committed suicide and-"

"She is dead, Ioana. I never loved her; she chose to take her own life, and I am not a patient man." Vlad got out of bed and then knelt on one knee. "I'm not a perfect man. I have blood in my hands and my spirit, I have done many terrible things that I can never take back, but what I can give you is my heart. My heart and love will forever be yours if you shall accept."

Tears dripped as Angelina's emotions overwhelmed her. Her pain and shock were overcome with joy. She carried her son, made with their love, and Vlad the Impaler wished to marry her. "Y-Yes. I will marry you."