Steffan woke up alone in the morning, a knowing smile gracing his features when he realised what caused his Queen to rise early. The fact that she kept herself busy in the kitchens was one of the more frequent subjects of their constant fights during tge early days of their marriage, with Steffan claiming that the preperation of food was a job for cooks and kitchen wenches, not the Queen of a Kingdom. But eventually, Steffan came to accept Irenas little quirks, especially after tasting the delicacies she prepared for him.

Standing before the bejeweled in their chambrrs, tightening the belt around his breaches and wearing a woolen shirt, his mind wondering what Irena could possibly prepare for breakfast this time.