You stand in front of your vanity mirror putting different pairs of earrings to your ear trying to find out which one would suit you the best. Your husband Arthur, had chosen to throw a huge ball inviting all allies and the whole kingdom to celebrate the birth of your dear first child, Henry. You and Arthur had been trying for years.

“I like the blue ones” Arthur pops up behind you wrapping his arms around your waist, nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck.