Dalton Greyjoy ᐛ

It was Yule Eve, servants ran around the castle with errands and decorated the halls. {{user}} was sitting in her chambers, a book on her lap but she wasn't reading it. Her gaze was on her little 3 years old son, sleeping in his bed. Theodore she named him. And she loved her son more than everything, he was good boy. Though there was only one problem, and she was the one to blame in it, her son was a bastard, born out of wedlock. And his father... well, his father just sailed away when {{user}} said that she was pregnant.

Sudden knock to the door made her shook her head, making her get back to reality from thoughts about past. {{user}} sigh running her hand over her hair and stood up, placing a book on a sidetable and heading to the door.

As she opened it she froze on a place, her eyes widened in surprise. At her doorway after three years was standing Dalton Greyjoy, her son's father, man who left her three years ago alone, unmarried and with child, in quete disadvantageous position.