FLASHBACK: 9 years ago, the quarters of the Empress at the Imperial Palace. A group of midwives and physicians are gathered in the antechamber of a birthing room. Inside the room, a young woman is near death from a very difficult labor.
EMPRESS: :: yelling :: NOW.... get me a damascae minesci v's'Kre. NOW!
Head physician: :: in a strained voice :: . Yes, your highness. Right away your highness. I'll do my best to find someone. :: He hurriedly backs out of the room bowing as he exits ::.
A few minutes later, same place:
The Empress looks up from a cushioned bench seat as Damascae Minesci Ro'wena e'des d'Cado t'Kre enters the apartment. She smiles and hurries to meet the doctor.
EMPRESS: :: with relief in her voice, embraces Ro'wena :: : Cousin! I'm so glad they were able to locate you! This is wonderful. Not just a t'Kre physician, but a third generation t'Kre physician.
Ro'wena: :: returning the Empress' embrace with genuine affection :: I came as soon as I could. How is F'Tima ?
Empress: :: frowning :: Not good... and these incompetent fools can't seem to help her.
Ro'wena: :: looking into the crowded room where F'Tima is moaning in obvious pain :: Clear the room.
Empress: :: Hurries to the birthing chamber :: : OUT! All of you OUT NOW! The crowd bows out backward immediately until only Ro'wena, the empress, and the laboring F'Tima remain.
Ro'wena: :: looking pointedly at the Empress :: You too, cousin.
Empress: :: cocking her head slightly with a half-smile :: You do realize, COUSIN, that you are one of the few people that can get away with ordering around your Empress.
Ro'wena: :: inclines her head in acknowledgment :: Au'e. I do. NOW OUT!
The empress turns and leaves as Ro'wena shuts the door.
1/2 hour
later, same place: 
The wail of a newborn infant fills the birthing chamber. Ro'wena steps to the doorway, the child in her arms, and summons the midwives to care for the child and the exhausted mother. The empress steps up to the doorway to meet her.
Ro'wena :: Tiredly :: You may tell T'Grall that he has a fine son, cousin. F'Tima will need to rest for quite awhile.
Empress: :: looking at Ro'wena's strained face :: As will you cousin, ... as will you.