6th Month, 326 AC

Brodin

Brodin sat back against a wall, the yells of his mother were muffled but still echoed up and down the hallways of the keep. His face contorted with worry and he pulled his knees up to his face. His hands clutched at a small fox, carved from wood and barely larger than the head of a hammer. He wanted his father home. He wanted to be reassured that mother would be okay. Great uncle Corban had come by to try and drag him off to bed, but he'd refused, saying he wanted to stay near mother.

The cries and chatter from the room were unbearable now. He himself wanted to scream, to yell for help, to burst through the door and call out to his mother. He'd tried already, and the guards had stopped him swiftly with a smirk on their faces.

"Lady Enderly will be fine, my lord. You've no need to worry when the maester is in there with her and we're out here." On had tried to console the poor boy, but to no avail. He sat down wearily a few feet away. The bags under his eyes a sign of his need for sleep. Father would stay awake. Father told me to watch over mother. His thoughts were muddled with the need to rest, but he sat there with a frown on his face and his eyes wide awake.

The two men by the door, dressed in the leather's and mail of the Lord's guard whispered to eachother.

"We should call someone to get the boy."

"If he wants to stay, let him. He's nothing to lose by staying."

"He's going to drive himself mad at this point."

"He's resilient, he's Derek's son after all, they look just the same."

The other guard nodded simply, the little lord's eyes began to tear up but he wiped the tears away quickly, staring at the wall opposite of him.

[M] The second Son of Derek and Rain Enderly is born, the wee lad is healthy with no complications. He's aspiring, forthright, and Efficient. He's of average strength, plain appearance, and straight.