Lord of Winter: Beginning with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 662: Chapter 384: The Birth of Louis’s Daughter (Part 3)

Louis looked at Sif.

Sif glanced at him, breathlessly signaling with her eyes towards the door: "Go ahead. I’ll be fine."

Louis gently held her hand, but finally stepped out.

Emily had already hurried over from the end of the corridor, wearing a robe, her blue hair haphazardly tied, clearly having risen in haste.

Upon hearing the situation, without any hesitation, she quickly entered the room, closing the door behind her.

It wasn’t until the door closed in front of him that Louis truly realized, there was nothing he could do.

He could only stand under the corridor.

The corridor wasn’t cold; the oil lamps on the wall and the fireplace near the birthing room kept it warm, yet his hands were extremely stiff.

The sounds coming from behind the door weren’t loud, but each one struck his nerves.

There were Elena’s calm and steady instructions, Emily’s gentle reassurances, and occasionally Sif’s stifled groans escaping from her throat.

Louis stood there, his back straight, as if facing an invisible enemy.

He knew Sif was strong, knew her bloodline, physique, and Fighting Energy were far beyond ordinary, but pregnancy was never a battlefield where strength could exhaust all risks.

Even though today’s Daily Intelligence System told him things would go smoothly, he couldn’t help feeling anxious inside.

Louis clenched and unclenched his fists, walked to the end of the corridor, then returned, over and over, never stepping more than ten paces from the door.

Thankfully, the time didn’t stretch to a torturous extent.

After an unknown amount of time, the aroma of burning incense gradually wafted out through the door creak, carrying a soothing herbal scent.

Finally, a voice with a slight smile came from inside the door: "A baby girl! Both mother and daughter are safe!"

Such simple words, yet they seemed to drain the strength from Louis’ back.

He stood there, leaning back slightly, as if released by an invisible bowstring.

The door was opened a crack.

Elena poked her head out, her face showing professional fatigue, but couldn’t help but smile: "Lord, you may come in."

As Louis stepped into the room, the firelight enveloped him.

Sif was half leaning against the headboard, her forehead still damp with sweat, her white hair tousled, her complexion not a sickly pale, but a relaxed exhaustion.

Seeing him, she managed a very faint smile, cradling a small bundle in her arms.

Emily cleared her throat lightly and tactfully led the others out of the room, closing the door behind, leaving only the crackling of the fireplace.

Louis approached, Sif slightly raised her hand, offering the bundle to him a bit.

"Look." Her voice was a little hoarse, yet uncharacteristically gentle, "Our daughter."

The baby was wrapped in soft cloth, only a small, rosy face exposed.

She seemed not yet fully adjusted to this world, her eyes barely open to slits, either startled by the firelight or instinctively scrutinizing something.

Louis looked down at those small eyes.

The Empire was in turmoil, the situation after the Dragon Throne conference like a shattered chessboard, each piece rolling with sharp edges.

Yet she came at such a time.

Precisely because of this, Louis was more determined not to let her get swept into those damned storms.

"The name..." Sif leaned against the pillow, her voice somewhat airy, "You decide."

Louis was silent for a moment.

The fire danced in his eyes, reflecting a soft glow.

"Orelia." He said softly.

The name rolled around in his mouth, neither embodying the wildness of a Barbarian Race name, nor the extravagant long names of the Imperial Capital’s nobility, its pronunciation gentle, carrying the sense of peace and light.

Sif repeated it, slowly enunciating each syllable: "Orelia... our daughter."

After saying this, she truly seemed to relax, her head gently resting on Louis’ shoulder, her tired eyelids drooping.

Louis supported her shoulder with one hand, carefully holding the small bundle with the other.

The baby moved slightly in his arms, emitting a nearly inaudible nasal sound.

The fire was bright, the wind and snow still battered the walls outside, yet remained distant.

"Welcome to the Red Tide." Louis said softly.

He knew that the outside world would not become gentle because of a child’s birth.

But at least in this castle, in the fire-lit room, tonight there was a small place that was genuinely warm and peaceful.