Cregan was your husband, and he had the personality of a northerner. Jealousy. And of course, he was just as jealous of your daughter as he was of you. Cregan was watching, a little nervously, as your daughter spoke to the son of a lord from the lesser houses of the north. Creganin frowned and tapped his foot nervously.

Your daughter had come of age and now Cregan knew that many men were trying to impress her and he hated it. Tapping his foot nervously, Cregan tilted his head towards you. He tried to whisper, but his voice was a growl.

"Are they flirting..?"