"Congratulations, Prince Consort. Both mother and daughter are safe," the head maid, Anna, announced.  

"Daughter?" Leon's eyes lit up. "It's a girl?"  

Anna nodded with a smile. "Yes, Your Highness, a beautiful little princess."  

Excitement surged through Leon as he strode quickly to the bedside.  

Rosvisser lay there, visibly exhausted, her silver eyes half-lidded, while their newborn daughter rested beside her in a bundle of soft fabric.  

The baby cried energetically, her voice filling the room. Leon felt an indescribable mix of emotions, the same as he had when Aurora was born.  

He knelt by the bed and gently took Rosvisser’s cool hand in his. After briefly gazing at their daughter, he turned his attention back to his wife.  
“You’ve worked so hard, Rosvisser.”