"I asked Lady Ilenea," he said, covering Emily's blanket again, "she said it's a normal sign. The child is just... too strong."
Emily laughed, but couldn't hide a trace of wetness at the corner of her eyes: "Are you very nervous?"
"Nervous." Louis sat beside her, holding her hand.
......
In the early morning, the snow had not stopped, and the Northern Territory's chill penetrated through the thick walls.
But the Red Tide birthing room within the Main Castle had already warmed up.
This was a delivery room arranged according to the old traditions of the Imperial Nobility, presided over personally by the old midwife Ilenea, who came with the dowry from Frost Halberd City.
It was she who had personally delivered Emily before and was now once again welcoming the continuation of this lineage.
The curtains inside were tightly closed, the fire constantly burning, and a burner in the corner exuded the calming scent of vine frost leaves—a subtle yet gentle fragrance filled the air.
