Steffan strode through the Castle with a wide smile on his face. It was a grin he just couldn't seem to shake off. He had spent his day the best way imaginable and he would likely be floating on the after-joy of it until he went to bed. He wondered if he was going to wake up the next morning still feeling so grand. They'd spent the earlier parts of the day sparring and practicing technique. Steffan was more than grateful to have such skilled men fighting besides him and sharing with him their abilities with the weapons. Once the day had began to darken, they'd gone to a place that Steffan had forgotten the name of some number of flagons ago. They swapped drinks and war stories for hours. 

Eventually, the King realised that a few responsibilities preceded his good fun, so he returned to his personal chambers, where he had the servants draw a bath for him. When he arrived at the feast that was organised for his Half-Sister, he was dressed in his finest royal garb, his golden Crown glistening atop of his head.

"My Princess..." he aknowledged Lorelai "The King shall now do you the honour to escort you to the feast."