The Council master was told that the King had been attacked and later that he was feeling ill, so he retired to his Majesty's chamber.
The old man went to visit him, worried, but when he arrived in the room, he saw Rowan, in a very good health condition, having fun. And the woman under him was none other than the grand duke's daughter.
When he interrupted them, Maise shoved Rowan, but Rowan didn't budge.
"We are busy, Elder." Rowan said, mockingly.
"Rowan!" Maise said through her teeth and looked at the Elder. "He's just kidding! We are kidding!" Maise said, smiling weakly.
"Oh, yes, I know what kind of plaything this is!" The elder said, exasperated. "From this game, the heir to the throne might be born! And he will be a bastard if you are not married!"
"And who says I won't marry her?" Rowan asked and kissed Maise, who pushed him away.
"Your Majesty!" The Elder put a hand to his chest, shocked.