d.a.m.n it, put a blanket on me! Lucy yelled. Of course, it wasn't actual words, instead, a scream that made her own ears ache. The midwife nearly dropped her. "A girl, Consort Mora. You have a daughter" Before Lucy can scream another protest against the cold, she feels Primal essence thick, and s.h.i.+ny all around. I would be a sin to waste such a rare opportunity. Lucy sinks into a trance absorbing Primal essence.

The midwife frowns as the whimpering child suddenly goes silent. Shaking her head, the midwife quickly cuts the cord and hands the babe off. A maid cleans her up and wraps a blanket around her.

Lucy sighs, as the primal essence dims, and her awareness slips away. Lucy didn't try to fight it. Lucy feels herself placed into a woman's arms. "My daughter." A weary voice says. "She's beautiful," Her mom says. Lucy looks up curious to see her Mom. She's blurry! Lucy felt like someone had just yanked away a treasure. Her mom was a blob with dark hair. What color is it? Lucy pouts. I want to see her!

"My daughter. Lucy Rimes, my baby" Mom says. Lucy stills. Lucy? My name is Lucy again. "Consort Mora, the Prince choose Lucinda as the young lady's name," A woman says. Shut up! Lucy scowls toward the voice. Clearly, Lucy is a nickname. Don't be a jerk!

"Forgive me, Lady Selena," Mom says. If only could I talk! Stupid woman, I am having a precious once in a lifetime moment here! Go away! Let me soak in my Mom. Lady Selena didn't go. Instead, Lucy was forced to listen to a lecture. A d.a.m.ned lecture about proper deportment, and how a Royal Consort should act.

For f**k's sake, woman. My mother just gave birth. She should be able to d.a.m.n well do anything she wants! Lucy begins to wiggle, wanting to jump up, and smack Lady Selena. "It looks like Lady Lucinda is hungry. You should give her to the wet nurse." Lady Selena says disapprovingly. What? A wet nurse? No I want formula, or at the very least my Mom! Still, Lucy is handed to a strange woman. Lucy stares intently then screams, making the women all jump. I refuse! I don't want her! Give me back to Mom!. Lucy can feel her face turn red, as she wails with all her might. If I have to go through the humiliation of breastfeeding, I want my Mom! Lucy clamps her mouth shut, when they try to put her to the breast, and turns her face away.