Lady Victaria Florent had no glorious death. And it was no peaceful death. In fact, the old buggering woman who was former master of whisperer’s had tripped over a small step while trying to get to her chamber pot. She fell, and suffered a nasty fall, her hip landing on the pot it’s self. She died a few days later. The funeral was kept to just a familial service and some men we’re happy, and some men were frightened for the future of the house.

Abelar Florent however was a man, but more than a man, or a ser, or a little fucking heir. He was Lord of Brightwater Keep, and all the holdings that came with such a title. While his mothers body rested, the Lord Abelar clutched his stomach, the meal beforehand was an excuse for the man to have an extravagant feast. More space for the mans stomach to expand to. He walked about the hall, the dim light fluttering around his face with a sigh. A fucking blowjob by a little whore would make his days entirely easier. But alas, he would have to settle for now. The mans son, Ottyn couldn’t even be bothered to show up now, to congratulate his new lord. No he was off in the town, probably trying out new saddles, or telling lies and stories that little sellfish prick. No matter, Abelar would always find a way.

Well, almost always a way. He couldn’t find a way to put down that batshit crazy cousin of his who had just walked into the room. Adrian the Elder walked in, trailed by those bane of Abelar’s. Adrian the Younger and Lothor. “Hello Boys.” Abelar said dryly as he cupped a glass of arbor wine. “My…Lord.” Adrian the elder extended a bow with gritted teeth. Abelar and Adrian, two brothers, and two men at odds.

“May our beloved mother sleep eternally in peace from now on.” Abelar offered with a toast as the extended Florent nodded. “And that same thought will not be extended on your death Abelar.” Adrian the Elder mentioned curtly before walking off in a fast stomping with his sons, leaving Lord Abelar Florent alone to the stench of his dead mother, and the scent of a great arbor white. Life couldn’t be better for Abelar.