The Pauper Prince
Being with Isabel was comforting when she was sleeping, nursing, or wiggling her limbs around and gurgling, as babies will do. When she was inconsolable, it was a less comforting experience.
The thick door and walls muffled the shrieks within, but Mara knew what was coming. She leaned against the wall, closed her eyes, took in a good breath, and opened the door. Miss Daphne was holding and gently bouncing the little Princess, trying to use soothing words and tones which were clearly not soothing enough. She could not hide her frazzled, frantic frustration and apologized loudly over the din. Mara did not respond, but took in the scene mutely before steeling her nerves and gently taking her daughter into her arms.