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"A girl! The babe is a little girl!"
Any idle chatter that might have echoed the halls had quieted at the shout, all eyes turning to the disheveled midwife who was smiling wearily and wringing her hands. Through the thick walls and half open door, a shrill cry could be heard.
Endrin stood, slowly, face impassive. He could hear Trian slide off the bench next to him, feel him grab his hand, but the dwarf king moved as if in a daze, his feet shuffling across the floor. The midwife held the door open for him, curtseying and offering a quiet, "Your majesty." The wide grin still tugged at her face, but he payed it no mind.
Queen Anikia was propped up by mounds of pillows, her face red and hair out of place, but a radiant smile stretched across her lips, and Endrin felt a smile of his own worm its way to the surface. Trian rushed past him, practically vaulting onto the large bed to peer at the wriggling bundle in his mother's arms.
"This is it?" the young prince asked, disappointed. His nose was wrinkled and his eyes squinted, dark brows drawn together in displeasure. "It's not very pretty."
Endrin could see Anikia try to smother a smile a she came to sit with his son and wife, the down blankets sinking under his weight. "She's your little sister, Trian," Anikia admonished fondly. "Her name is Sereda."