(Author's note: This story is told from the perspective of Aellwenn's brother Faren as I currently do not have a player behind this character he is an NPC of my own making. This is to portray her background and the difficult relations regarding her family ties.)
"Why don't you keep your sister company in the courtyard hm? It is a beautiful Summer day. And we aren't in the South every year. Enjoy the fruits of your Father's labor. There is a reason the House of Eorl and the Lords of the South have been in friendship for so long my boy."
I look toward the bump on Mother's womb and I feel nothing but disdain. It is the midwife's belief that Mother is to have another girl. Ever since Aldway, was born, I have been treated as a servant to the will of our Mother. 'Keep your sister company in the courtyard. She says as if I were Aldway's keeper.' My thoughts were rudely interrupted by Mother's growing annoyance. "Did you not hear me, boy? I said keep your sister Aldway company. She has been wanting to play with you all morning. And you've done nothing but mope indoors and stare out at the knights training outside!"
"Oh be quiet you tramp, I'm the child that you begged to have for so many years. You Eorlings would find moss on a stone to be a treasure. You forget your heirs moments after they are born. And throw your pearls before swine. This is why I prefer Father's people to yours. But without you, I wouldn't be in the world today. And so I give credit where credit is due."
I knew my words were harsh, but the truth is something that sets us free. Or in Mother's case, it caused her to stir in wrath. I never knew a pregnant woman could move so quickly from her seat. For my face was met with a heavy slap for my so-called 'Insolence.' "Your Father will hear of this behavior! It was going to be a simple day of playing but now I am sending you to Brother Lambert for confessions and to scrub the temple floors."
Brother Lambert, the epitome of piety and service. One of the youngest attendees at the temple of the One. And in this scenario, he was my doom. The doom that would bring countless hours of boredom in my wake. My presence was never a surprise to him. I can see his usual smile already and hear his promise that 'The One" loves all of His creation. That no man is perfect.
I would suffer this if only to prove that I am undeserving of such suffering..
