1867-02-12: Cassomir Birth
Cassomir Birth
Summary: Shortly after her arrival in Four Corners, Elaine's pregnancy is about to end.
Date: Fevrier 12th, 1867
Related: None.
NPCs: {$npc}
Players:
Elaine  Henric  

It was late at night, when Elaine Cassomir woke up, and for a moment she was not sure where she was - a moment of terrifying uncertainty, as she tensed in the darkness, wondering if the last two weeks had been merely been a dream she had woken up from, now, to find herself once again in the everlasting night of Rikton, beneath a blood red moon…

The arm that was casually draped about her form told her otherwise, the familiar scent, the physical presence felt beside her that she had missed for these long endless months. In the darkness of the room a smile blossomed on Elaine’s lips as her hand moved to fidget with her long braid, before it shifted to administer a gentle caress to Henric’s cheek. Henric whose regular breathing told her he was soundly asleep; and that she was indeed in Four Corners, a temporary guest in the Tarris Manse, as arranged by her friend, the Duchess Claire Romante.

That was when she felt it, a faint pain there in the lower part of the massive curve her belly had become, the pain slowly growing in intensity until it subsided again. The young Viscountess did not move, forcing her breathing to remain steady. Relaxing then, and her eyes closed as she was about to slip back into sleep, when she felt it again. The contraction. And suddenly a strange excitement came over her, mingled with that odd kind of panic. She sat up and called for the maid.


Many hours later.

Henric had been sent out of the room as soon as the midwife arrived, the Black Viscount leaving rather reluctantly, concern flashing in his green eyes as they looked towards Elaine, as if he feared never to see her again - after being only very recently been reunited with her. But even he would not be treated differently from any man who is about to become a father, when the womenfolk preferred to go about childbirth amongst their own, without the additional worry about any males fainting in the process.

When the husband finally was called back into the bedchamber, such was done by the young maid in his wife’s service with a slight tremble in her tone. The maid stepped aside, moving out of the way when the Viscount of Ironhold entered, but little of his station was evident in his bearing, as he was merely the worried husband whose nerves were completely in shreds by now. Green eyes flickered with a sentiment between hope and fear what his gaze would see when he finally looked towards the bed.

The room was dimly lit by the flickering light of two candelabras, one at the small table beside the bed, and another on a regular table to the side. Elaine’s face looked pale beneath the still slightly rosy cheeks, her forehead covered with tiny beads of sweat, and a few blonde tresses as well that framed her round face in slight disarray. The chemise clung to her form, damp from the exertion of the past hours, where her torso stuck out from beneath the blanket, half-seated as she was, with a pillow at her back to be more comfortable. Grey-blue eyes met the gaze of her husband and the undeniable smile deepened in an expression of both pride and relief that the task was finally done. Her eyes shifted then to the small bundle on her arm, and there it was… the new Cassomir child, wrapped into a clean cloth of linen, staring up at its mother, perfectly still, until a low tentative sound left the tiny throat as if in cautious question.

Elaine looked up, her tone trembling slightly as she addressed him, even if her eyes seemed to overflow with joy. "We have a son, Henric. And, yes, I agree. His name shall be Aren." The name that during the numerous conversations they had had during her pregnancy always seemed to be his favored choice.

"Aren Cassomir."

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