As the infant's cries rang out, the queen softly smiled, and when the bundled babe was placed into her arms, her smile broadened, still retaining its softness.
"Ayako." The queen looked up at her husband and her smile grew more loving, if possible. The king, Housho, gazed upon his wife and child. Even after hours of labor, she was still beautiful in his eyes.
"It's a girl," she happily told him. The king's smile widened to a gleeful grin. Bending towards the queen, he tenderly kissed her, then looked upon his child, his daughter. Seeing her, his heart melted into mush and the king knew he would give the world for her.
"She's beautiful," he whispered.
"She has your eyes," she whispered back.
The infant, who had long since stopped crying, yawned adorably. If the king's heart was taken by the child before, he was wrapped around her little finger now.
"She will be spoiled rotten," he whispered half-jokingly, half-lovingly.