A gentle smile on her face, the Danish Queen looked at her youngest child. "All my daughters were born into a world of war. I am sorry you did not have a more gentle welcoming, my Kaja." The baby girl had her eyes closed, both hands curled into tight little fists. She lay protected by her mothers body on the furs of the bedstead that was built within the tent that had served Maleus and her as home more often than the grand fortress at Sjaelland and blankets were drawn over both to protect them from the chill of the autumn evening.
Trygve had been sent to find Maleus to tell him of the birth of his youngest child while Ish lay in the gloom, gazing at her daughter's face while lost in thoughts with only her maid for company.

Lines had begin to form at the corners of her eyes, but the sapphire orbs had lost nothing of their brilliance which glimmered with the tears caused by the emotions that the arrival of a newborn baby brought with it. Her arm curled around the tiny baby, Ish thought that she ought to write a letter. Her friend would appreciate news, to be sure, and since the new girl was named for her she ought to know.
The name was like a sigh on her lips as she finally fell into exhausted sleep herself.