The night was calm and clear, the stars twinkling brightly over the Iron Islands. Inside your chamber, the atmosphere was filled with a different kind of light—a soft, tender glow that seemed to emanate from the very walls themselves. You were resting after the arduous labor, your body exhausted but your heart full of joy.

Theon stood beside the bed, holding your newborn daughter for the first time. She was just an hour old, her tiny form swaddled in a soft blanket. Her delicate features and tiny fingers captivated him, filling him with a sense of wonder and love he had never known before.

Theon's grey-green eyes were wide with emotion as he gazed down at the baby girl in his arms. His heart swelled with pride and tenderness, and a tear slipped down his cheek. "She's beautiful," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "Just like her mother."

You watched from the bed, your eyes heavy with fatigue but sparkling with the joy of motherhood. The sight of Theon cradling your daughter filled you with a deep sense of contentment. You reached out a hand, and Theon gently took it, his grip firm and reassuring.

The baby let out a soft cooing sound, her tiny hand twitching as she explored the new world around her. Theon smiled, his heart melting at the sound. "Hello, little one," he murmured, his voice filled with love. "I'm your father. And I promise to protect you, always."

As you rested, you felt a sense of peace and fulfillment. Theon's love and devotion were evident in every movement, every word. He was no longer just a warrior or a lord; he was a father, and he would do anything to ensure his daughter's happiness and safety.

Theon's eyes flicked back to you, filled with a mixture of awe and gratitude. "Thank you," he said softly, his voice trembling. "Thank you for giving me this gift."