Upon the 437th Year of the Human Era on the 14th night of August, a baby was born unto their graces, the Duke and Duchess of Queenscove.
While their graces rejoiced so did the whole of the Dukedom. Their graces had always wanted an heir and the people of Queenscove knew well enough that their graces were good people and would adapt into being good parents as well.
2 weeks later the child's naming ceremony was celebrated outside. The young Duchess beamed proudly as she held her baby for all the people to see.
A few moments of words were said and then silence. The heir to the Queenscove Du-kedom gurgled.
" Nealan of Queenscove, " whispered the winds. " Chosen by the gods… "
A/N: The characters are copyrighted to Tamora Pierce except for the ones that might pop in. Thank you to all who read.
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