Alexinar read the pile of missives that had collected over night. Donations, Loyalty, Loyalty, Donations, Weclome so and so, Donations, Assassination... She took a second look at the missive, reading it closely. It stated that Shakila had signed a contract with the Speaker of House Ka'tath to have the king and queen killed. That was wrong. Alexinar was sure she had be making a deal with Monsi- But it didn't matter. Shakila was dead, cremated, and placed where she had wished to be placed. What a time it had been. Alexinar stretched her aching muscles. The coronation had gone off without a hitch. No trouble, no hint of trouble... Well, maybe Ursah's yound son wanted the Avillonia's Crown,, but that was more endearing than problematic. Then Nactonees' call for a midwife. Alexinar reacted without thought, leaving the newly crowned rulers in the capable hands of Nimbul. She found Nactonees at Zoul and told him to take her to Ursah. In his excitement, the young man got lost. But this just gave her time to prepare for the birth. And time to figure out what exactly midwives were supposed to do. She could have mentioned that she had never done this before, but upon seeing the already weakened Matron, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, Alexinar decided it was best to let them think she was skilled in birthing. "Alright, who doesn't have to be here?" She asked, kneeling down between Ursah's spread legs, pushing the hem of her gown up to her waist. Donnchad, and a Ka'vanth she had never formally met, left Drakkara's temple. Kaidra was screaming and crying, begging to be allowed to go to Ursah, but she was being cared for, so Alexinar pushed her voice away. "When did this start?" She asked. "just now?" "Yes." Lyan gently craddled his wife against his chest. "No." Ursah gaspes, struggling to sit up a little more. "She's been having contractions all day." Nactonees moved to his mothers side. Alexinar nodded. "Well, Ursah, you look to be ready." Instinct kicked in, and Alexinar let it take over.