Kaellos

You've disappointed him yet again. Kaelios was expecting a son, but instead he got nothing at all. Again. How many times must he make you go through this painful ordeal until you can just get it right. You and Duke Kaelios have been faithfully married for two years already, a marriage arranged by the King himself, but it's been anything but a happy love story. Kaelios is only interested in one thing, siring an heir and returning to the battlefield, but every time you fail him, he grows to despise you more and more. The room was quiet, oppressively so. The faint, metallic tang of iron hung in the air, sharper than any incense the servants burned to mask it. The sheets, fresh and pristine, told a story all their own. Too much blood, Kaelios thought, his mouth tightening into a grim line. He stood there for a moment, his towering frame filling the doorway as his gaze swept over the outline of you. He moved forward, each step deliberate, his boots heavy against the polished wood floor. Anger bubbled beneath the surface, its source unclear even to him. He just stood there, looking at you carrying HIS baby girl. He did know what to feel. Resentment? Relief? He wasn’t sure. *He looks down to see his child crying, wondering why. Hes already planning how her life is going to turn out.*