Steffan hopped of his horse for the stable boy to take the reins , his own hand resting on the pommel of his polished sword. A few days ago this blade bathed in the blood of trolls, ogres and a multitude of dark creatures.

"Thank you for your concern Helga..." he said to the maid with a tired smile, yet managing to stand regal in his armor "But I will not be visiting my private chambers tonight. I wish to see the Queen." And everyone in the Kingdom knew that the Kings word was an order on its own.