She looked down at the little form in her arms. His brown eyes looked up and around, taking in every movement and every colour with a sense of wonder that only an infant would have. His thick golden locks bobbed up and down as she rocked him gently. He smiled when she did this, a smile that pulled at her heartstrings. It was so much like his father's, as was his nose and his hair. Every time she welled with tears, unable to contain the bittersweet feelings inside.
Removing an arm from underneath her child she reached and took a token from her bedside, tracing the symbols within it. Her son reached for it and she gave it, trying to contain her tears.
"When you are older I will tell you of your father, little one," she said, letting him grasp the token in his tiny fingers. "So you will know how brave and loyal he was. He was troubled true, but strong, so strong. He will want you to have this. I think. Oh Maker, I know he would."
A knock sounded and hastily she wiped away her tears as a runner entered the room.
"I'm sorry, Inquisitor, but the Ambassador and Commander request your presence in the war room."
She nodded. "Tell Ambassador Montilyet and Commander Rylen I'll be there in a moment."