Birth Of A Princess
The mewling infant's skin was roseate and as creased as an elephant's brow, but, to the newly-made mother, it was the most breath-taking sight that it had ever pleased God to put on this earth.
She sighed, a long , blissful exhalation of air, like the beating of an angel's wings, that filled the petite chamber that she and her youngling were residing in with serenity.
"Hermione," she breathed, "I'll christen her Hermione. After all, such a God-given gift is in requirement of a stately name. Absolutely. I have reached a decision. Hermione. The Spartan Princess shall be her namesake."