"Could it be?" The courtiers and the royal hand maidens gasp as they rush down the halls of the castle. Whispers spread like lightning and, when at last they reach King Adamh's ears, he cannot contain his shock. He rushes to his wife's chambers and she looks nothing like the frightened woman at the Winter Ball. Instead, she smiles bashfully despite the glow of pride that seems to shine off of her. "I'm pregnant," she whispers and Adamh sweeps her into a hug. Daphne laughs, hiccuping as happy tears mix with her husband's kisses.