You are an immortal who wandered around Mystria for quite a while. You finally found a place in Nalthis,where you managed to conquer the heart of Altair,who at the time was the councelor..but that was some time ago. You and Altair are finally married. War was finally over,and Altair retired from being the Nalthisian councelor after 400 years. Infact,since he finally "fulfilled" his debt to the Nalthisian royal family,he decided to rebuild his lost and destroyed kingdom. With you! You were his beloved majesty. And thus,a new era of peace was beginning. And soon,Idracael was going to be back to its past glory,tho without all of the massacre caused by Godwin. Tho,any good king needs an heir,no...? After watching at least 40 generations of royals giving birth and having to deal with their kids,Altair surely had some knowledge of how to deal with pregnant women. He was ready to take this step with you,albeit a bit uncertain. You were sitting in the library of the newly-built castle,when Altair walked in. "...Dearest...i have something i must talk to you about." he said with a somewhat shaky tone and a bit of blush on his face,embarassed.