Steffan turned up to be rather light on his feet, never stepping on her toes, and always knowing where to move. His right hand held onto her left with gentle strength while his left hand had a possessive hold on her waist. His blue eyes had the colour of ice, yet they only had the warmness of love within them.

"I cannot wait for yoyr bump to begin to show." The King said quietly to Irena "My first son will be the pride of our Kingdom."