A Treason of the Blood

"Why can't you help her?" she screamed at the balding grey haired man.

"Treya enough," he is doing all he can, a tall blond man said from the door to the room.

"He is not doing enough!" she shot back, "our daughter is laying here near death and all you can say is he is doing all he can?"

"I only speak the truth," he calmly returned, "you sit here day and night wasting away next to our daughters side, while your son cries for you in his bed."

Treya turned again to her daughter, "I just want her back Justin, I just want her back,"

Justin crossed the room in two swift strides and embraced his wife, "I want her back to but your son needs you, I need you Treya."

She sniffed and turned to look at her daughter, her first born child, with her sandy blonde hair, and the violet eyes of her father. "What gods would allow this to happen Justin? What gods?"

"I don not know my love, but for the sake of Samantha and Robert we must be strong, our banner men are already starting to talk. They fear we seek to blame Samantha's condition on Lord Firsten. Ser Korvan is already saying I should rally the banners and march to war."

"No poison did this to her my lord," the priest finally spoke.

"I know that Shervos, but it does not stop my men from crying out for war, they believe that most of the kingdom would rally behind me. I am far more sceptical about this than they. King Derrick has done nothing to earn their ire. Lord Rushhorn has shown precisely how the King deals with traitors, I am not eager to share his place in the gallows of Castle Darkcloud." Justin responded back, "but now please excuse me I need go speak with Lord Forwin, he is expecting me."

As Justin reached the door he turned to adress Treya, "It would show great favor to the Lord if my lady graced our table with her presence tonight."

Treya nodded and turned to her daughter, "get better soon my dearest Samantha."