she cannot fail to be a beauty. jayne, ik i didn’t add her to my list yet, but she’s gonna get there
a warm chuckle hums from her; a low, soft thing as her chin settles atop jayne’s shoulder, peering down at the swaddled mass bundled in her arms. a surprisingly tender display from elethea - though she is too tired & content to think too much about it. she does not care about her icy, stoic reputation at the moment; presently all she cares to think about is how glad she is for her sister’s presence, and how warm and comfortable she is beside her. “well, of course," she scoffs, pulling back to recline against the mountain of pillows that had accumulated behind her at the loving, fussy hands of her husband, sister, and attendants. not that she was complaining, remaining upright took a not inconsiderable amount of effort.
little morgan was her first daughter, in a pattern so familiar. a girl preceded by two brothers. perhaps, in a year or two, morgan would be followed by a little sister, like elethea had been with jayne. it amused & ached in equal measure, as all reminders of their childhood did these days. the sensation had followed the birth of the twins- knowing that they would never meet their grandparents or see highever in its former glory. only the ghost of what remained. "considering the history of both families, she'll be a great beauty, i'm sure."
