The sound of a baby wailing filled the royal chamber as Rosalind carefully tried to dress little Leander. A few maids stood nearby, ready to help if she needed them, although she insisted on doing as much as she could herself.
Gently, she slipped the tiny shorts onto him before pulling his little shirt over his head, all while trying to soothe him with quiet murmurs. The moment she lifted him into her arms, his crying gradually faded until it stopped altogether, leaving only the occasional sniffle as he nestled comfortably against her.
Rosalind let out a long sigh of relief.
Goodness... no one had ever warned her that babies could cry this much.
There were moments when she truly wondered if she was going to lose her mind, and she honestly didn't know how mothers managed without help.
