A maid came into the room "Heres your breakfast My lord" she said and set it on the night stand near them, The maid quickly left the room and shut the door. The queen smiled at the king and "Morning love, i had them prepair you your favorite" she said and cocked her head into his chest feeling his warmth and softness. a flash of disappointment was shown on her face and sighed. things were not going the way she had hoped they would this morning.

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."

After that wonderfully awkward situation, Lorelai followed Isiah until he stopped to take a breath. "Yes, I believe she intended to make my head explode with that vicious gaze of her's." She giggled a bit, wanting to keep things light and normal. However, deep down she was having a battle. Part of her felt bad for upsetting her friend, even though it wasn't directly, but another part felt strong and victorious just because she was now able to spend more time with Isiah. When did things become so complicated in her life?

"So, what is first on the off day for a knight?" She asked with a tilt of her head.

The queen just nodded and curled her legs around his wanting to have him as close as possible "Are you busy today?" she asked looking up at him, the expresion of disappointment vanished but now she held a innocent child-like expression, She hopped he would help her today, although the queen was behind in her sewing and she hadn't visited the townsfolk in a while she just wanted to spend time with her king.

(I forgot about flair! AGH)
Flairs POV-
Flair had been camping out with dragomir for a few days now she had grown tierd of the old man's way of magic, he had noticed a few times and those few times he had given her a fierce glare and a scolding followed by a few swats with his cane. She didnt mind his teachings and really nobody else wanted to help her or guide her, so she was basicly at his mercy. "What am i learning today?" she asked in a bored tone, she sat down and begain to levitate some hay and then catched it on fire "UGH evey time i do magic it catches on fier!" she said in an annoyed tone of voice she huffed and watched as the fire slowly went out on its own.

Isaiah looked up as he started to think about what to do first. "Well I had asked one of the servants to deliver my armor to the blacksmith before I left. Hopefully it will have arrived by now so we should perhaps head there first.." He said while he walked. A small part of him was amused by the queen's reaction but he wouldn't dare show it, he had shamed himself enough for one day. "Is there anything you require while we are in town milady?"

"To be honest...I have both good and unpleasant news for you..." he said to the Queen as he took her hand into his own and kissed it tenderly. He then begun trailing up her sarm with kisses, heading for her neck while speaking in between kisses "The bad news is that the Lords and Nobkes learned of my return, and they wish to have an immediate audience with me..." he said before nipping the small of her neck a bit "But here are the good news..." he looked up to Irena's blue eyes "I am still King, and I decide the time of the audience. And untik then, you have me all to yourself "

Irena smiles at him and blushes as the kisses get to her neck she giggles at his love bite and clears her throat "You keep missing, my lips" she says in a playful tone, her eyes come alight with traces of red-yellow tint "Come, id like to learn how to fight, and sense the head of the knights wont teach me, Will you?" she asked and sits up her bottom lip made its way out like a child wanting to go play, her pleading normally never worked with the king but he did say he would spend time with her befor his meeting. "Puh puh please?" she asked making a kissy face at him she loved to play with the king like this and she knew he loved it to, although sometimes he has had a temper with her.

Lorelai shook her head. "I'm just happy to go out into town. It's been a while." Though illegitimate, she was still royalty and wasn't allowed into town with a guard and even though Isiah was technically off for the day, she didn't think she'd get into too much trouble since she was with him. "Though the last time I was out, the black smith's wife had been pregnant, so I'll get to see her baby." She said, clasping her hand with a smile of excitement.

Isaiah smiled with the princess. "The child has calmed his temper a bit, which is good for me because he won't be happy with m the condition I left my armor in." He thought of the situation and couldn't help but find it amusing. "Ruined armor and a sword in the moat. I'd rather say I'm an awful knight milady."

Before he was about to give his annswer, Steffan touched the back of Irenas head gently, lushing it to bring their lips into coallision for the full kiss she wished to experience.

After a few long seconds, when the kiss finally broke, the King eyed his Queen with a look of question "Are you sure that swordfight is appropriate for a Ladybto learn, especially one of your own Royal standing?"

Lorelai laughed. "I wouldn't call you awful. It only happened because you were being a knight. Saving everyone and putting yourself before danger is you job after all." They reached the blacksmith where a man worked in a hot hut. Metallic banging could be heard. A soft faced young woman, no older than thirty, was hanging laundry to dry while a plump baby sat in a basket at her feet, cooing a bit. Lorelai's face lit up at the sight of the rosy cheeked infant.

She smiled at the kiss and reached up to face and slid her hand down his xmooth skin, she breathed a sigh and glanced at him "Well my love you might be right, but do you think it is appropriate for a woman like me to be a dragon?" she said in a blantent tone she was fed up with people telling her 'No' she crwled out of bed "Maybe i shall pick a fight with a stranger and teach myself!" she taunted and quicklt walked off. Yes the king had a temper but so did the queen, Yes the king had a point but so did she.

"Irena...!" Steffan called out,nearly leaping out of the bed to reach her, his arms snaking around her waist to halt her on the spot "Did your King tell you to leave. Such insukt is punishable by death." he said with a sly smile as he once again begun marking her graceful neck with kisses.

"I'll return soon princess." Isaiah bowed to the woman and smiled at the baby. "Good morning madame." He walked into the hut. "Good morning." The blacksmith, a large and well built bald man, grunted in response and lifted up a heavily damaged chestplate.

"What is this?" He said with a look as if he wanted to throw his hammer right through Isaiah's head. "I have been forging for the royal family since the old king's coronation, I forged them well and strong and yet I have never seen anything like this! How are you even alive right now, wearing this like this?!

"Did I mention I need a sword too? Preferable one forged of something that can negate magic" Isaiah examined the numerous other blades and weapons that adorned the smith's walls. "I'll need my armor forged of something more durable than your usual steel and..." He looked at the man with a very serious expression. "I need it done soon. I can't protect the royal family efficiently with one blade, and can't protect them at all if I die because I lack armor."

The blacksmith's frown grew deeper as he stared at the knight in question before he threw the chestplate to the ground and continued hammering on his current project. "A lesser blacksmith wouldn't be able to this and not in the time you're asking." Without looking up. "This is going to cost you a lot." Isaiah nodded and placed a large pouch on a nearby table. You know who I serve, I'm good for the order." The man nodded and continued about his work. "The princess' birthday is in a week correct? Isaiah nodded. "Then that is when you shall have them."

"Thank you sir." Isaiah nodded, bowed and stepped outside.

A soft growl escaped her lips and she sat back on the bed with him "Spank me then" she whispered, she wasnt serious but she knew he'd take it as a challange she shivered at his kisses they were so perfect she didnt want to move. she looked at him and took his face in her hands and kissed his lips and cheek every inch of his face untill she thought there was not a spot that had not gotten kissed

And a challange it was for the King, who set his mind on completing it. When Irena turned to shower him with kisses, his hands snaked down on her rear, giving it a light spank and daring tge ferocity within Irena.

"A King never backs down from his word." he said to his wife, before continuing the exchange of kisses.

She made a small squeek at the swat "eep!" irena smiled at her king and looked directly into his eyes catching the glimor of playfullness and seriousness, "oh dose he now?" she asked and gave a little giggle "That was a meer mosquitoe bite" she said pushing his arm softly. She bit her lower lip and wondered about tomarrow she was still a bit peeved at isiah. Again the king would take her words as a challange but she didnt mind his love taps, she sighed "So.. are you to train me in the art of sword fighting? or am i to find a gaurd?" she asked placing a kiss on his nose.

"You are a Queen Irena..." Seffan said as he cupped her cheek lovingly, while gazing into the blue eyes he loced so much "Only your King shall have the honour to train you in the art of swordsmanship."

She gasped "Ooh you be careful with that loose tounge of yours, you best bite it while im in my mood" she said and stood up again this time determined and ready to spar with him "I'll show you my way of fighting with my daggers" she said promptly and begain to walz out the room keeping her head held high like she was a snob, in reality she was very adored and never showed any sign of mean-ness

Lorelai sat in the grass, cradling the giggling child who held her finger. The child's mother sat in a rocker on the porch, eyes closed, relaxing a bit since she didn't have the baby in hand. When Isiah returned Lorelai looked up at him and smiled. "Oh isn't he wonderful? His name is Jonathan. A strong yet gentle name." She stroked the soft baby hair on his head, adoring everything about the child.

At her age it was uncommon not to have a child and even more so not be married. Perhaps it was this unspoken rule that made her so fond of children. She knew no man would have her as a wife and so decided if no man wanted her heart, his child was not worth bearing. However, she still loved children, especially the flawless, pure babies.