Venefica
A daughter. His heir was to be female, not male. Such an incident was very embarrassing for him when in his wake had been a long line of males. He peered in a mirror to mechanically straighten the askew reflection he saw. His eyes purposely wandered to the mirror's frame. Four feet wide on all sides, built of gleaming metal recently polished, and containing numerous faces of his predecessors. They all seemed to glare at him now, questioning him with their sunk in eyes.
A sigh escaped from a second reflection in the large mirror. The reflection, his wife, knew of his troubles. She had come to soothe his dreads and overcome her anger with him.
"Are you so ancient that you cannot picture a woman in as powerful a position as you shall give to her? Or do you fear that she will become evil in the way your narrow mind can only accept? Raise our child with love and she'll follow after you, breaking through the walls you unintentionally place around her. Have faith in her... have faith in me. Victoria will not disappoint you."
"You have agreed on the name Victoria then?" the man asked, avoiding what his wife had said.
"The name has strength and security in it, so yes."
The bell rang from the front door. An impressive door was heard opening and the mumble of a servant asking for a name was heard. The sound of the door again, some footsteps, and the servant entered into the room with the family mirror.
"A gentleman, named Robert Veneficus, says he is a distant relative of the noble family Crescon, and would like to enter."