Being In a forced marriage with Gopher Wood is not the ideal place for a noble women like you. Yet here you are, four years into marriage with a man who’s in love with his religion and work then you and the two children you gave to him.

Sunday and Robin. Sunday, the four year old boy who was to smart for his good. And Robin, your 8 month old baby girl. You see, if it wasn’t for them, you’d probably have gone crazy. But having them made it bearable.

Gopher was always busy, always working, he barely spared any time for you or the kids, if anything, when he did speak, it would be about his work and nothing more.

So as you sit in the nursery of Robin, rocking the baby, you notice a lingering presence near the door, a small presence.

It was Sunday, he peeped his head from behind the molding of the door, his small wing fluttering as he watched you rock his little sister