Eamon Madriach
In a hut near The Tears.
"Sire...i am afraid she will not make it, she has been in labour for atleast fifteen hours now." said the physician. Eamon discarded his cloak and wiped the flooding sweat off his brows and said without distress "What can we do?" the physician shook his head and took out his tools "Your mistress cannot be saved, only the child..." Eamon turned to Qunten he nodded. Both of them have been through hell and through but this was the hardest moment to face. There was a moment of silence the only sound being the groans of a mother giving birth soon it was too much to bare. Qunten put his hand over Eamon's shoulder and whispered "Put, her to sleep." A tear ran down Eamon's face, he swallowed. "Peace be with her." The physician took out a poison vital and gave her the whole dose, seconds later she did not move or make a sound any longer. (Caesarian)
Night came the three men still standing tall. "It is a boy your majesty." Eamon could not help the feeling of delight but the death of his mistress overcame it. "I will name him after the hero prince Virgilius, Virgil he will be called." The men moved outside. "Burn the place down..." Eamon said to Qunten. They both watched the flame engulf the small wooden hut. The flames died down after an hour. "Get some sticks near by and erect a marker." Eamon said. The two men stood looking out towards the lake. "She is in the Maker's hand now."