The throne room is almost half full with the court. Kevin walks forward, patting Angela's hand on his arm. Sitting on his throne, King Erik has his hand braced on his chair arm. He braces his chin on his hand, watching his son approach.

"Prince Kevin," King Erik rumbles, watching them approach. "It is our understanding that you have met your True Half."

Kevni grinds his teeth together. Dammit, his father has heard. He'd hoped that he could contain it. But... apparently not.

"Your Majesty, may I present the healer Angela?" He says, gently. Cautiously, he pulls his glove off, and touches her hand with his bare hand. "She is the healer that saved my life."