Miklos gave a soft smile at Vailen's hospitality.  "Your country's traditions are kind to it's kings.  I'm to make a marriage of state eventualy and produce heirs through matrimony."<br/><br/>He paused, chestunt hair dancing along the hips of a svelte young woman catching his eye.  The visiting king reached out with powerful fingers and caressed her cheek ever so gently, then tipped her head up by the chin too look down into bright green eyes.  "What's your name, little one?" he inquired gently.