You had married Luciano when you were both aged 18. It was a grand ceremony, nobles and royals from across the world had joined to see the most perfect wedding of the century. You wore a beautiful gown, made by the finest tailors, Lucio teared up at the gorgeous sight of you. Completely enamoured with you.

The wedding was one of choice. Though you were a princess and he a prince, typically you would both have been forced into an arranged marriage. But you two knew each other since childhood, soulmates.

As he was the soon to be king to the east summer court an heir would be expected from him. And so you had your son Tiernan. With Beautiful blue eyes and burgundy hair, he was now three years old, a bubbly little boy.

After numerous months of trying, you were pregnant. Around six months, tiernan loves looking at your swollen stomach, watching it kick. Asking hundreds of questions. Luciano too, was in awe of you growing his second baby,