Relationships are stupid and overrated. Go read Magus 13. Link in comments.

Eisheth, the daughter of darkness. The winds travelled in the night from the northern passes of babylonia, silently, like a slow whisper. In the basin of that valley stood an intimidating palace with tall spires guarding it. Covered in dark black and red lacquer, adorned with the skulls and bones of its enemy. It served a warning to those that may harbour ill-intent towards the residents of the Palace. The winds whistled downwards and through one of the embrasures where once archers stood and shot down their enemies in the times of war. It traversed across the broad and tall hallways of the Palace to find its way to the Queens Chambers. On its way, it heard screams that silenced the whistling of the winds. Lilith, the Queen of babylonia, lay in bed with her legs flexed and parted. Her forehead glistened with sweat. A midwife and an army of maids surrounding her bed. She was giving birth, and it was a difficult labour that had already lasted 10 hours. According to the midwifes assessment, she was close to giving birth. The agony and pain of giving birth seared through her being. She didn't know what would take her first, the pain or exhaustion. She bellowed with each contraction and tried to push with all her might. Deep down inside her, she felt something was wrong despite the many reassurances her midwife had given her. She felt the flame of her life flicker and dwindle. Just when she thought the pain couldn't get worse, a severe constricting pain took hold of her. Pain that she had never witnessed before. White hot, blinding pain coursed through her body. Something was wrong. The midwife raised her head after examining Lilith. Fear apparent in her eyes. Lilith could feel a wet, sticky warmth suddenly. It had a strong metallic smell. She knew immediately this was blood. She always had this gut feeling something was wrong. All she could care in the moment was of her unborn child. She told the midwife to do everything in her power to save the childs life, the heir of the kingdom, even if it meant to sacrifice her own. The midwife started using some metallic equipment she had brought with her in the case of emergencies and started her work. The pain never fading, unrelenting. She felt weaker and weaker with each passing moment. After what felt like an eternity, she heard the cries of life from her unborn child. The midwife exclaimed, "It's a girl!". Despite the pain, she found herself smiling. "She will be called Eisheth," Lilith whispered to one of the maids. As she spoke the words, as if fate itself was waiting for this utterance, she felt her heart beating slower and slower. Life leaving her body, and her vision blurred. She closed her eyes and was enveloped in darkness. All she cared about was the cries of her daughter, Eisheth. @zokioverse