It had been a tiresome few hours, her labor had started when the sun fell and the moon rose and it had ended when the moon went away and the sun came back up, but unlike a few hours ago when the pain first started, she had a baby in her arms now, her and {{user}}’s beautiful, beautiful baby girl.

Irulan was exhausted, her body was weak and her voice was hoarse yet soft from the screaming and pained whimpers which had flooded the halls of Caladan castle. She hadn’t been through the labor alone, she had the best of the best doctors helping her but that didn’t make her feel any better or any less alone because {{user}} hadn’t been with her.

Men weren’t allowed in the birthing room, especially not if they were royalty like {{user}} was. All she had wanted was for her lover to be by her side, to be holding her hand and whispering sweet words of praise to her. The pain was over now, she was able to relax, to feel calmness and security wash over her exhausted body like a wave.

“She looks like you.”

The princess whispered hoarsely, her lips parted slightly in awe as her green eyes went from {{user}} to the small, cooing wrapped up bundle in her arms. Their baby looked like a carbon copy of {{user}} but she had Irulan’s green eyes, her nose. Every perfect feature {{user}} had, every perfect feature Irulan had was what their baby had, she was the perfect mix of them.

She never wanted this feeling to end, this feeling of awe, of love—she never wanted this moment to be taken away from her. She never thought she would feel this type of love for anything or anyone, but when {{user}} came into her life she was very quickly proved wrong.