So, here is the story of my OC, Shealyne. This story will follow her from birth to the very end of her life. Hopefully you will enjoy. I own nothing but the OCs for this story.
"Ohhhh, she is so beautiful, is she not, Quentin?" A woman asked, her blond hair sticking to her brow from the sweat that covered her body. The woman was taking deep breathes from the exertion of childbirth, her blue eyes sparkling as her husband stood next to her, holding her hand.
"Of course she is, dear." Quentin replied, kissing his wife's brow as she looked down at the small infant, the baby staring at her father with large blue eyes.
"She looks like you, love." Elisabeth spoke upon seeing a small patch of red hair on the baby, the man stroking his matching colored beard as he laughed.
"That she does. Hello, little one, are you a Daddy's girl?" The man asked, gently taking his pinky and running it across the baby's small cheek, the infant making several high pitched squeaks, as if laughing as drool ran down her mouth.
"Of course she is." Elisabeth commented, her blue eyes locking onto her husband's green as she smiled.
The servant smiled as she took a cloth and wiped the fluid from Elisabeth's forehead.
"She is gorgeous, my lady." The servant commented, the corners of her mouth tugging ever so gently. The maid then became alert as her lord glanced within her direction.
"I would like to have this moment alone with my wife, if you would please." Quentin spoke, the servant bowing before showing herself to the chamber door.
"What shall we name her?" Elisabeth asked softly, pausing to think of a name, "I like Fleuretta. It is such a lovely name. What do you think, husband?"
Quentin paused in thought. If his child were to grow and be anything like him she would be no gentle flower. A rose perhaps? No, no that wasn't it.
"What do you think, little one? Do you like that name? Do you want to be called Fleuretta?" Elisabeth asked, cooing softly as she took her husband's silence as a negative response. What was wrong with that man? She looked just like a flower. A beautiful rose.
Quentin pierced his lips into a thin line, thinking as he looked at his daughter. He didn't focus on her hair, no. He focused on her eyes. The eyes are the window to the soul, so why shouldn't she be named based on her eyes?
Looking into the babe's eyes, Quentin saw that her eyes were almost a deep blue, like the underwater depths of an ocean or lake. Her eyes were sparkling with mystic wonder, eyes yet untainted from the darkness of the world.
"Shealyne. I believe that suits our daughter much better." Quentin spoke, Elisabeth raising an eyebrow at her husband.
"And where did you get that horrid name?" Elisabeth asked, her nose crinkling to show her detest.
"Her eyes." Quentin answered, the infant looking curiously at her mother.
"Her eyes? When a suitor is courting her he's not going to look at her eyes! He's going to look at her body!" Elisabeth snapped slightly, the baby whimpering as tears started to brim in her eyes.
"The eyes are the window to the soul. Appearance means nothing if the soul is shrouded with lies and deceit." Quentin countered, hearing Elisabeth sigh. She just didn't understand that man.
"I still think Fleuretta is better. She even looks like a rose." Elisabeth stated once again, looking down at her baby, "What do you think, babe? Do you want Fleuretta as your name?" Elisabeth asked softly, the small baby quivering. It almost seemed as if the newborn would begin to cry.
"Or, do you want Shealyne as your name?" Quentin asked gently, and to Elisabeth's horror, heard the infant make a small giggling noise in response.
"Shealyne it is, love." Quentin stated, leaning down to both his wife and newborn daughter. A rose she was not, but a lake or ocean even? Only time would tell.