Chapter 10

Roslind was deep in labour with their fourth child, Griffith sitting beside her holding on to her hand.

As the baby cried, the midwife announced, ‘It’s a girl, my lady.’

Roslind felt the tears running down her face as the baby was placed on her chest. She was crying and laughing with joy. She looked at Griffith, who looked a little dazed. They were happy with whatever sex the baby was, but Roslind had been secretly hoping that their last child would be a girl.

Eleanor entered the bedroom later to find Roslind sitting up, tired but radiant after her birth. ‘She is a beautiful child. Congratulations. How are you feeling?’ Eleanor said. ‘What are you going to call her?’

‘I am fine, tired. We are going to call her Aislinn. After three boys, she is our dream.’