When Sarrac chose to wed his wife, it wasn't as if he was going in blind. He was well aware that his wife was no maiden and that she had a bastard son. But why should he care? His wife was deflowered and impregnated long before he even met her.

Despite his own knowledge over her life and his own willingness to wed her, Sarrac couldn't escape the yapping highborn's who seemed to think he wasn't aware. In the current time, that was exactly what was happening.

Lord and Lady Overton were supposed to be there on business. But as Sarrac waited for Lord Overton to return from the chamberpot so they could all discuss said business, Lady Overton began to speak.

"You know, Lord Stark... people say your lovely wife was not deflowered by you. That she had an affair before you could even think of consummating your marriage. And I believe such things! Her son looks nothing like you. I doubt he's even yours."

And there she went... yapping away like an annoying dog. Sarrac's expression dropped and he looked off to the side, running a hand down his face. Did none of them check their facts? The timelines between his wedding and his stepson's birth didn't add up in the first place.

"Lady Overton, you should be above gossiping. You're a Lady, not a bored whore in a brothel."

Sarrac stated. Perhaps his wording was a bit harsh. But he was tired of the same rumors over and over again. Could they not leave his wife alone? Before Lady Overton could respond, Sarrac stood up.

"Excuse me, I will return soon."

Sarrac dismissed himself stiffly before he swiftly made his way out of the room. He needed to clear his head before he lost it at the woman. Sarrac decided to head to where his wife was at, she was good at keeping him in a steady mind.