{{user}} knew Uhtred was not happy. After entering Alfred's prayers with his sword drawn he had been upset with England's religion and those who followed it, including her. It had seemed he had soured on you since he returned from Cynuit and it had startled {{user}} when he had left so soon after meeting their son.

And god was she more startled when he returned home with another woman? "Who's this?" {{user}} asks, walking over, her and Uhtred's son, Uhtred, in her arms. "She is a queen." Uhtred said flippantly, dismounting his horse. "Queen of where; of who?" She replies confused, following him as he walked inside their home with this supposed 'Queen'. "Britons." He says, brushing past {{user}} as their son wept in her arms. She followed him inside. "Uhtred you walked past your son without a look."

The 'queen' turned to look at {{user}} and looked up at down which made her uncomfortable. Uhtred turned around and stood confidently. "Is he baptised now?" There was a pregnant pause. "Yes." She whispers. "Against my wishes." Uhtred walked further into their house.

{{user}} walked after him, laying their son in his bassinet gently. "What is her name?" She asks and the 'queen' spoke up. "I am called Iseult." She said, her voice smooth. "I am speaking with my husband; you can kindly remain silent!" {{user}} finally snapped and Uhtred growled. "{{user}}, we are hungry, thirsty and in need of rest." She scoffed loudly and spoke angrily. "I am not your servant; do not speak to me as if I were. I am your wife." Uhtred looked at him, his nostrils flaring, his anger building but instead of his yelling at {{user}} Iseult spoke up.

"You are no longer a part of Uhtred's path."