Archer watched as Ella could barely stay awake thanks to the struggles of childbirth and all the energy she used to bring their child into the world. Now he was looking at his older wife Olivia, who was cradling their newborn daughter.
The exhausted Half Elf glanced up with a big smile. ''She's beautiful, Arch,'' she muttered. ''Amelia Wyldheart, the sixth princess of the empire.''
His smile grew wide as he gazed down at Elise, nestled in his arms, her tiny chest rising and falling in the gentle rhythm of sleep, mirroring her mother. The sight filled him with a quiet joy, a moment of perfect stillness amidst life's chaos.
Reluctantly, he turned to Edith, who stood nearby, her hands outstretched and ready to take care of the blood-covered baby. As he passed Elise to her, entrusting the little one to her capable hands, he wanted to meet Amelia.
