Rocking her daughter in a gentle manner, Aelinor sang to her an old, sad song she had heard as a girl. Rhaegel hummed along with her. She could not seem to tear her gaze away from the tiny human she had fashioned.
"Have you decided what to name her yet?" Rhaegel cut through the song, absently playing with a ribbon he had pulled free from Aelinor's dress.
"Vhaella," Aelinor replied simply. "So, will you do as I have asked?" The babe fussed in her hold, a soft whine leaving her lips. Little Vhaella seemed to know what would follow and she make her protest known.
"I should be honoured. She'll want for nothing and when she is old enough, I shall have her brought to court," her brother promised enthusiastically. "Will you tell him about this? Or would you like me to do it?"
"Don't distress yourself over it, brother mine. Would you like to hold her?" She offered him the child and Rhaegel took her from the mother. "It would be best that you claim her as yours soon."