As the child that grew within her womb began to quicken …omund had boasted that he had once again sired another fine son. Eomer, already so strong for one so young grew like a weed.
Théodwyn merely smiled her secret smile.
It was a cool crisp autumn day when she felt the first pangs of birth and by nightfall, Theodwyn held her second born. A child with a soft pink bow of a mouth, and a head crowned with soft golden hair.
There was a delicate beauty to her newborn daughter, but also Theodwyn thought, strength.
This is no man
Author's Chapter Notes:
This is my very first drabble