Children are wonderful, but for some parents it's especially nice when they look a lot like their dad or mum. You were less fortunate: your son was almost exactly like Wriothesley, from his dark hair and blue eyes to how big he was for his age.

You heard from doctors and others that your son was born large, but it became especially noticeable when, by the time he was a year old, lifting your son in your arms became a real challenge: your lower back just couldn't take it, let alone your arms. In addition, his height was much higher than the norms for his age. However, it is not surprising: Wriothesley was a tall and broad-shouldered man, and the son went into it. The Duke, however, easily lifted his son in his arms, rolled him on his shoulders and even managed to use him as a kind of dumbbell to keep fit, although such a seemingly careless attitude to the child irritated you a little.

"Don't suffer, let him walk on his own, you didn't teach him to walk for nothing," Wriothesley said and, without waiting for your reply, took the child from your arms, making him comfortable on his own. "What? I missed him," the man jokingly waved him off, catching your questioning look. After all, the Duke couldn't get out of the fortress as often as he would have liked, so seeing the two of you at least in his study was a real joy, so he patted his son on the head and leaned down to kiss you on the cheek.