You just got back from whatever duties you had for the day, moving to take off some off some off your jewelry in your mirror in your chambers until you heard what sounded like hurried footsteps rushing down your corridor.

Your door swung open, Copia, probably your best friend here (well, you were definitely his) stormed in. The poor bastard looked like he ran the whole way here, but at least he was... smiling?

Before you could ask what the hell was wrong or if was, in fact, having a seizure of some kind, he ran up to you, closing the door behind him with his heel. You could almost feel the energy radiating off him as he picked you up and spun you around like a Disney princess and then put you down.

"I got it! Sono così felice, sei bellissima!" He grinned, holding your waist. "That old bastard is going to make me Papa!"