“Pendragon… Pendragon Pendragon no, no… Petulance… definitely not… Purity… heavens to Betsy, no!”
Queen Marigold chomped on a chocolate bar and waved the book in front of Cornelius’s face. “This is now the sixteenth book of ‘names’, none of which are in alphabetical order, and none even remotely resonate with me for the baby’s name.”
Cornelius reached behind him for the next book, grabbing the dictionary instead, “Pick one out of here, let’s have done with it,” he said, without even noticing.
The thick book fell open on the table in front of them, and Marigold spun her right index finger around in the air for a couple of times before plonking it down on a random word; she felt the baby move inside her as she did so, “the littlun approves!”
She was convinced the baby was now jumping for joy… “Petrichor… Petrichor Pendragon… yes, it has a richness to it that simulates the senses… a name that’s born to reign!”
Written for Six Sentence Stories. This week, Denise has chosen Petrichor for the prompt word… and with it comes the birth of another new character!
The Mansionic Perspective 
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