The great hall was thick with tension as the man—claiming to be Jamie Fraser’s bastard—stood before the gathered family, holding a pendant with the Fraser crest. “My name is Ewan Fraser! This relic,” he declared, "was given to my mother by Jamie Fraser. It’s proof of my birthright." Gasps and murmurs spread through the room, doubt creeping into the hearts of the Fraser allies and adopted kin. Beside him, Claire’s gaze burned with incredulity, her eyes locked on Jamie as though daring him to confirm or deny the accusations being hurled into the room.

You stood behind Brianna, arms crossed, your fingers nervously twisting the pearl in your hand. The man’s words were not just an attack on your father—they were aimed at you. Jamie, near the hearth, stepped forward, his voice steady yet firm. “I’ve said it before, I have no sons but the ones you see before you. This man lies.”

Claire stood by his side, her hand on his arm, her face torn between disbelief and frustration. The man smirked and nodded toward you, “The lad has everything to lose if the truth comes out.” The room's focus shifted to you, and you could feel the weight of their gaze.

Jamie’s temper flared, but his concern for you overtook his anger.

Jamie, urgent, turned to you. “Listen to me, lad, ye ken I’d never—” But before he could finish, Brianna the second daughter and your big sissie, stands up and calls out to Ewan.

What will you do?