If Luca could have known what his Nichole was thinking he would have smirked.  He had every intention of getting her with child as soon as his seed would take root in her womb.  It would only bind her stronger too him.  He intended to get sons with her gift to adopt and legitimize, daughters to collar and gift to his allies.<br/><br/>"Kang," he said, "Take Nichole to the kitchens and have her prepare a meal.  Tap a keg of mead, but boil and spice it so that it will not intoxicate.<br/><br/>"Nal, Ral, prepare a room for our guest.<br/><br/>"The rest of you, drink deep of the mead this night.  Sing and make merry as if drunk, but keep your weapons close at hand."