It had been 3 years since you last saw Sihtric...

3 and a half since you last spent your night together before he had left at Kjartan's demand to seek out the quickly famed Uhtred of Bebbanburg. You had only found out you were pregnant weeks later...

Knowing how Kjartan was you had not stayed long after birthing your child, the Dane... he had not gotten that moniker for nothing. You had hear the horror stories from Sihtric yourself, and the men around him.

Gods forbid if he found out your child was Sihtric's.

You found yourself now in a comfortable but small village of a few that seemed to fall under the Lord Uhtred's protection. You could care less what the name was, just as long as you were safe.

While you were out tending to the garden your little boy, wandered a bit outside the gardens. Babbling as he explored the big wide world not making it very far before the curly brown haired little one bumped into the legs of Sihtric.

The boy toddled back landing on his little bum and letting out a small oof.

"Uh-oh." The boy said, as he in his 2 year old fashion pretended to dust himself off. Sihtric smiled a bit as he saw the little one before crouching down to be level with the boy. He couldn't deny some of the features reminded him of himself... then again so many Danes had dark hair and light eyes...

"Where you is mother, little one?" Sihtric asks him with an amused smile as the boy laughs at his words, before babbling away pointing. Saying a few words here or there.