Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150424224910/@comment-5543592-20150425210107

"I am Karin, from the Imperial City, S-sir. No, I cannot trace my bloodline back 75 Generations, no I am not a noble. Yes, I love your son."

Musetta Bellamy gasped at the last sentence, like it was unbelievable. Clearly, she was getting quite the wake-up call.

"And I certainly do not believe he is a disappointment!" Dacian squeezed Kay's hand as a silent thank you.

"As a plebeian you should know to kneel before a man such as myself." Sir Bellamy held his head high, like he was too important for the conversation.

"She's not going to kneel, father." Said Dacian, exasperated. "And she's not a commoner.  I-I-I want to marry her." Dacian stammered, like this was a nightmare come to life.

"Sheor have mercy." Groaned Musetta quietly, and looked on the verge of fainting.

Sir Bellamy narrowed his eyes at Dacian. "You are no son of mine.  If Jean-Claude or Ferdinand were still alive i would disown you and have you exiled.  Unfortunately, I'll have to settle for having this woman executed-"

"That's not going to work." Blurted Dacian. "She's pregnant."

Musetta fainted.