Catspaw marched into the marble courtroom as Seylin and Roger crowded around him. Kate stood near his thrown, talking to her niece, Celia. Catspaw's hard expression softened when he saw his mother. She stood proudly for such a petite woman, with a light blue silk gown, her hair pinned up with a small rose. "Is Miranda all right?" Kate asked, walking over to him hurridly. Catspaw surveyed her silently. Her eyes still had that distant, sad look to it. Two years after her husband's death, and Kate grew even more reserved. It was if she was waiting for him to come back. Kate's face was as beautiful and innocent as ever, with not a wrinkle or mark on it. "Miranda fainted, that's the last we'd heard," Added Celia, coming up to join Kate. Catspaw eyed the two women humorously as he replied "She fainted because she got up and started walking nonstop the instant after the birth. She'll sleep for another two days. That brainless pretty elf boy was actually concerned about something besides his powerful magic and rule over the elves. Miranda is happy though." Catspaw sighed. Kate caught his sad glance and smiled at her son reassuringly. Celia was surprised. Catspaw rarely showed anything but confidence, being pleased and rage. Kate knew Catspaw would rather have Miranda married to a worm than the king of elves.