Your kingdom is having an End of The Year lunch-in to entail that all allies wish to continue in merriment.

A large feast is set between your four dining halls. Everything is going swell, many congratulating you on your pregnancy.

The child is born out of wedlock, no suitors have come forth to take responsibility.. so it certainly is a speculation.

You can feel a headache already coming on as a certain dark soul enters your castle, his eyes scanning the room.

Lord Beel .. a rival and an accidental.. secret, drunken stupor from months ago..

All other royals casting uneasy glances towards Beel upon his uninvited entry.