Golden Glade The Bastard Royals

Heartha wasn't happy about his question, of course, but he earned no teeth to the face as he'd been prepared for - she didn't see a need for a funeral, but in his heart he knew she just wanted to do it herself. It was her right, just as it'd been Eden's to refuse a funeral for her sister - both stung in the rulers heart, but it was not his decison. With a simple nod, he allowed her this.

                     "Whenever you want to go, I will watch over these two."

The one, she named Tulip - it was the flower he'd picked her for their puppy shower, and the gesture brought a smile to his face, masking the confusion he felt that she would ask. Alder sure didn't in naming his youngest son, but even at his declaration he eyed her curiously, seeing if she would debate.

                                                     "Of course - Tulip it is. The other will be Bramble."

Eden slipped in among them, and though his gaze flicked warily to her, the King smiled - he nodded in agreement to Heartha's thanks, but he didn't speak to her: the new mother had his attention fully, and when she asked if her midwife would be allowed to visit, he nodded in agreement. 

                                                                                                                  "If that is what you wish, Heartha. I'd never deny you a midwife - it'll be good practice for her trade and her future."