King Tyrion II had returned to his duties, after his wife had filled in for him for a while. He still felt more like visiting Evelyn during the day, but war was near. The big war had already reached Westerling, where Evelyn lived. She could not go home for now, as it was not safe. This pleased the King.

He had to prepare in case of the war would reach Praaven. Peasants were worried, fishermen had raged outside the castle and even his own royal advisers had told the King to start a defense plan already. The King would prepare in his study chamber.

"Ann.. You have been such a dear friend. Ever since you told me about the King's marriage, I've been so fortunate to end up here." She talked with the Maid of the House, Ann.

Ann had served the family for many years, even when it was only the Queen and her son, Tyrion, living in it. But she was also a Westerling. "Your father is very pleased. After my visit in Westerling I told him of your situation." Ann replied. "You are close to for filling their wishes." Said the Maid.

Princess Lysa had a lot to think about. Her dear dead friend, Pickle, was locked in the box containing his remains. She had not seen him for quite some time. She enjoyed the garden and often thought of him, when suddenly her father called.

"Lysa, you are old enough now to understand the meaning of war. You will marry my close friend's son, Lord of Eglade." He said to his almost grown up daughter.

"Marry?" She said. But her mother had already warned her about being a woman at these times. You was just to do the man's orders, marry, have children and no more than that. But Lysa had seen her parents marriage. She knew what was going on, and that was not what she wanted for herself. But as much as she was mad at her father, just as much she feared him.

"Yes, father." She knelt before him and he left.

Evelyn was thrilled. Everything went her way, and the King was blind of his love for her. She had him just were she needed him to be. The King had told her to meet him at the Sculpture room of the castle, so she waited for him.

She was over him at an instance. He had no own thoughts nor choices anymore, everything was about Evelyn. The King had fallen for lust. Meanwhile he was spending the evening with Evelyn, the Queen taught her son how to behave like a real King. As she was in deep pain for her housebound's new found love, she was pregnant again. That must have been for months ago, the last time she had seen the King at night.

"Will I ever be a good King?" Little Florian asked his mother. He was thoughtful, and knew the war would come eventually, would he be King by then or would his father still be here to stand up for the country?

Little Florian was not so sure of anything anymore. He often thought of Evelyn sitting at his mother's throne, and knew something was going on. Who was he supposed to tell it to? His pregnant mother? His sister who was soon to be married away? No. One day, when he would be king, justice would come.