Morning at the palace. Taking advantage of the fact that Zigrill has been called to a meeting, Kay is lounging in the huge bed alone, from time to time glancing at the cradle with Oz standing next to the bed. Noticing the baby's movement, Kay got off the bed and held out his arms to him, picking him up and rocking him gently so that he would not start crying.

"Like father, like son." A thought flashed through Kay's head. "Both demand attention all the time, and if they don’t get theirs, they become hysterical. But one is a few months old, and the other is 27 years old..."

This thought amused Kay a little, making him smile under his breath. Despite the circumstances of Oz's birth, Kay genuinely loves his son.