220 AC

Lyonel never imagined having his first child at 40 yet here he was. He’d married you less than a year ago and now you were ready to pop.

Today wasn’t about that however. It was about jousting for his ward nephew, Ormund’s nameday. The boy was only one today.

Naturally, Lyonel won as he has so arrogantly promised. Which of course turned the nameday feast into a celebration of victory. Thankfully the infant wasn’t sentient enough to care.

You and Ormund sat together at the main table. The little boy’s chubby hand tightly gripped the fabric of your dress while his nursemaid stood by him, feeding him dinner.

Lyonel was still moving around the room, laughing and downing mead.