"Our little girl is so small. Look at her. Her nose is so tiny," Ciaran said fondly, settling beside his wife.
Angelina smiled as she watched him gaze at their daughter.
"The Crown Prince has hardly taken his eyes off our daughter since yesterday," she replied softly. "What ought we to name her? And please, ask Iliana to visit us. Sylvian has already come to see the princess time and again; I would like Iliana to meet her as well."
"Miss Iliana is likely hesitant to call upon you," Ciaran replied gently. "She has not yet officially entered the royal family, after all."
Angelina gave him a knowing smile before glancing toward the cradle. "Place her in the cradle, then."
Ciaran carefully gathered his daughter into his arms, supporting her delicate head as he rose. Approaching the cradle, he slowly lowered her onto the soft bedding, taking care not to disturb her rest.
