Daella had been hearing the whispers around the castle ever since she was a child. Every Time her mother became with child - which had been about seven times after she had been born - the same words were whispered among the castle walls. I hope this one sticks, they would say. For the sake of the queen, I pray she gives the king a boy, a proper heir, they would whisper. Gods have mercy on her grace and give her a healthy boy; may this one be a blessed pregnancy. They all talked about queen Aemma as if she was fragile whenever she was pregnant. And in a way, maybe she was. But Daella hated the way they spoke anyway.