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Margaret Joan Tudor frowned as she gazed at the sight of her new sister nestled in their mother's arms. The baby was small, with a scrunched face and a tuft of light brownish-red curls that seemed to be at odds with the delicate features of a newborn. Despite this, their mother, Queen Elizabeth, assured her that all babies looked awkward at first. Margaret stood between her brothers, Arthur and Henry, who shared her mixed curiosity and judgment. Out of the three, she favored Arthur most; they were the oldest of the Plantagenet-Tudor siblings and had formed a special bond through countless adventures.
"What is her name?" Margaret asked, her voice a mixture of curiosity and concern as she glanced over at the baby with her oversized sapphire blue eyes, reflecting the depth of the Tudor lineage. Arthur nodded, clearly intrigued, as he leaned closer to the infant, his blue eyes wide with anticipation for the answer.
"Elizabeth Edwardina," their mother replied, pride evident in her voice as she cradled the delicate newborn. As she presented the baby to her older children, the soft light in the room caught the infant's features, hinting at the beauty she would one day grow into.
"She is so pretty, Mama!" exclaimed Henry, no longer the smallest in the family and eager to assert himself in his new role as a big brother. His eyes sparkled with excitement at the prospect of another sibling to protect. He strode forward with newfound confidence, straightening his small tunic as if preparing for the noble path ahead. In his heart, he was a warrior prince in training, ready to safeguard his mother and siblings from any looming threats. The moment was filled with warmth and promise, marking the beginning of their new family dynamic.