said the Queen softly, her gaze never leaving her son's eyes, she could see moments of sadness, concentrated focus, and clear-headedness. She was captivated by his gaze as it burned with something she could not put into words. 'My dear son what in the world are you pondering so deeply over hmm?... Wow, you really are a cute one, aren't you... Hehe seems like you inherited my looks instead of your fathers, that brute' She thought with a beautiful content smile, Something in her gut was screaming to her that Arfang is different from the rest of her children, something very special about him. Regardless of all of that, she would protect him and cherish him no matter what. She kissed his forehead lightly then started humming a lovely lullaby as she held Arfang in her warm embrace, rocking him gently to sleep
