Steffan reached for the traybegan spreading butter on to his brea, before drinking a long pull from gis horn of milk. Fresh, cold milk felt good in the morning. But while he was enjoying his breakfast, the King noticed his wifes dissapointed expression.

"There is no need to trouble yourself anymore..." he said, knowing exactly what she was thinking about "I am thankful that you didn't hid the truth from me, just let me deal with it from now on."