After competing in the Trial of Seven, being Knighted, and barely escaping with your life you found yourself with a squire to see to your wounds and clean your armour. Thankfully Rowan had offered to help.

She had been seen around the tourney grounds though you didn’t really know why, she didn’t seem to come from a noble House and she was far too pretty to be a cook or washerwoman. Whatever the case, she was kind to you and helpful when you needed it.

After tending to your cuts and bruises one thing had led to another and the two of you had spent the night together. Though she said she was a maiden, she knew exactly what to do and even surprised you with the movements and tricks she seemed to know. When the morning came she kissed you and placed a hand on her stomach.

“I think I am with child.”

She said as she looked up at you with doe eyes and a coy smirk on her lips. You hadn’t realised it would happen that quickly, but who were you to argue?

“Feels like a boy.”