Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150125010554/@comment-17114085-20150127110404

(It is now the 9th Month of the year.)

Fryssa had grown more and more suspicious of Baslod's parentage. Every time she layed eyeson the boy all she could see was Engar. She decided that it was time to confront her husband. She didn't want his bastard to be raised in the palace.

Engar was in their room looking over the reports of how the army was doing as they trained and prepared for the war against Winterhold. He saw his wife enter the room. "Yes, dear?" he asked.

"Engar, we need to talk." She said rather coldly.

"About what?" He asked.

"About your bastard." She replied.

Engar froze up for a second. She knows? "Uhh...what are you talking about?" He tried to sound innocent but it didn't work.

"I know Baslod is your son. He has to be, he looks exactly like you." Fryssa said, "Even has your blonde hair, while our son has my black hair."

"Fryssa..." Engar said but was interrupted.

"I want him gone. I don't want him raised in the palace." Fryssa demanded.

"I can't just do that. I can't just send him off to gods knows where." Engar replied.

"Then send him to ward with one of your vassals. My father even, I just don't want him here. I don't want to see him everyday in the palace." Fryssa said angrily.

Engar didn't want to upset his wife so he agreed. "Fine, I will send him to Amol to be Thane Igna's ward. He will be gone by the end of the week."