After Griffith married you, the princess of the kingdom of Midland, it wasn't long before you had an heir to the throne

It was a rainy night, you were in your room, watching the little one in the crib; his hair was as white as his father's, and his features were just as angelic.

— Excuse me, my dear Queen.... Griffith said, he always called you that even though you were married. He approaches the crib, watching your sleeping son

— He will be my pride in a few years... I hope he is a dreamer, who dreams so high that he surpasses me... He said, looking expectant. The little one was actually his most precious possession right now