You alert the nurses that the pregnancy is coming to a completion. Cyl is spooked, courtiers are panicking, and the maidens carry you away from audience room and to your bedchambers. You breathe in, breathe out on the way there, trying to calm yourself - and the baby - a bit.
Once there, the nurses hoist up your lengthy audience dress, while towels, healing rocks and hot water are brought in, and the delivery begins! Hours pass as you feel your womb opening and the baby slowly making its way out, all this accompanied by too much pain for your liking.
Why it must always be so much painful?? You muse about it - surely the Pantheonist gods of creation have a wicked sense of humor.
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After lots of pushing, screaming, cold compresses, nurses shushing you and your angry shouting, there comes a much appreciated moment of relief. A moment later you hear it - the sweet shriek of an alive baby. Soon, the bloodied, wet, messy child is brought into your hands, and you lie her against your breast...
Yes, indeed, it is a girl. One of few male servants that was permitted to stay around is sent to inform Cyl immediately. He arrives very soon and kneels besides your bed, kissing your hand with his trembling lips, but from his face you can see that a boy would please him much more.
Per inviolate tradition of the land, you have the honor of naming your little Princess. Several popular names from Eldrican and Methiant come to your mind...
A) Ciri.
B) Esta.
C) Kayra.
D) Morgan.
E) Eirike.
F) Eiri.
G) Sela.
H) Elana.
I) Gwynna.
J) Edda.
K) (submit your own)