The applause was not as warm as Steffan expected, and to be honest he could suspect why. In all of his life he was taught to stay away from his 'bastard' sister, and just like them, look down to her. Well, he wasn't like them. He was the King of this Kinhdom and by the power his Crown gave him, he would make things right.
After a while, Steffan returned to his throne, a servant filing his personal Chalice as he turned to smile to his queen "A fine celebration this is, don't you think?" he asked Irena.