He had seven sons in all. Bold, dashing, handsome, adventurous sons. Which ensured the Nicaise bloodline and sovereignty would continue. But secretly, Baron Nicaise wanted a daughter. To hold and to cherish and protect.
"Time?" Pearl asked the CC, never satisfied in the interval it took to dispatch her foe. And this instance was no different. Scowling, she reached for a towel, wiping sweat from her body. She entered the sanirinse, feeling tensions dissolve in phrontifugic bliss.
And so each moonphase, Baron Nicaise would hire a sorcerer to help through magic. Help their love and union to produce a daughter.