[Thread; Open] Baby Visiting!

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Characters: Rasler and Ashe, open to well-wishers!
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: Almost a week after the birth, the royal couple are ready for visitors to see them and coo over their baby boy :3
Location: Alexandria
Date: January, 1804
Warnings: n/a, please!

It was a crisp winter morning in Alexandria, the peace within that particular bedroom at the inn being a microcosm of the state of the little country itself, now the fiends attacked no longer. Ashe, still very sore and recovering from the strain of childbirth, sat atop the bed as comfortably as possible against stacked pillows. Within her arms, she cradled a tiny bundle - hers and Rasler's newborn son, Shain; next in the Dynast-King's royal line. The Dalmascan princess watched her baby with maternal admiration and a little amazement as he lay peacefully, quiet save for soft, endearing sounds of contentment. In all honesty, Ashe was still in partial disbelief that the infant was truly theirs; to nurture and raise, entirely innocent and dependent on their care. Somehow, it felt surreal, wondrous and dream-like, exactly how she felt those months ago upon reuniting with Rasler after two years of mourning.

"He has your nose," Ashe spoke quietly to her husband, smiling at the blatant likeness between father and son. Whether Rasler would be granted his wish and the baby would have inherited Ashe's eyes... such would remain unknown for some weeks yet. Unexpectedly, their musings over the new heir were disturbed by a sudden knock at the door.

"...You may come in," announced the princess, quietly still, not wanting to disturb their son's slumber.

 

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A great-uncle, yes; her husband's observation was correct and led Ashe's thoughts to drift and settle upon someone else - her father, King Raminas. How she'd adored him, the kindest and most benevolent of men, who had been the greatest role model possible during her childhood and transition into the woman she had become. If only he could have seen her now, Ashe thought with a little regret; so very happy, completely in love, his first grandchild cradled in her arms.

Those thoughts were drawn to a close by the prince's suggestion, Ashe carefully adjusting her hold on the baby, ready to hand over the swaddled child if the Marquis were to accept and sit. "Thank you," she returned of the compliment. "Feel free, should you desire."

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Laughing softly at the thought of now being a great-uncle, Marquis Ondore accepted the Lord Nabradia's handshake with one of his own. He was proud to see this young father before, elated to know that all was well and that the happy ending he always prayed for has finally come for these young lovers. "It seems I grown older by years now with such a title but wear it with pride." He replied with a chuckle.

"Of course, of course. I haven't come all this way just to chat with his darling parents." The Marquis admitted with such a grin upon his lips. "I just hope I won't disturb his rest." Or rather, he truly hopes that the youngster won't cry once he takes him into his arms. Taking his seat beside the newly made mother, Ondore ushered for Ashelia to pass the little bundle of joy towards him.

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Ashe watched with a wistful fondness at the greeting between her uncle and husband, surely the last time they had met in person... it had been after the wedding ceremony during festivity and endless meeting and greeting.

Once Halim had made himself comfortable, the princess complied, cautiously lifting Shain (who began to wake in transition, wriggling slightly, though he didn't cry) and made an exchange of the baby from mother to great-uncle.

"He sleeps through much of the day," she explained, body achingly sore, still as Ashe settled back against the pillows once Halim had taken hold of the infant. "Perhaps it is better, should he be awake. Worry not about disturbing him."

"It is good to see you again, Uncle," came her quiet admission, holding out a hand to Rasler, that he might hold it whilst the Bhujerban acquainted himself with the newborn prince.