Wolfric grew so fast, it seemed one day he was a babe at my breast, the next he was stumbling along on chubby legs chasing fae in the garden. He was such a happy babe, always laughing  and smiling. He would sit in my lap twisting my hair in his fingers with one hand, the thumb of the other hand in his rosebud mouth. Soon he was babbling and had invented his own words for everything. He was a joy to us all.

It was the winter before Wolfric turned two that Glorian began staying the night on his weekly visits, and thus sharing my bed. I will not go into the emotions that came with it. The rest of this tale is too important for those small details. In the spring I received a visit from Zara. I had been expecting it, she was angry that Glorian had been staying over night. I doted on her like a sister and assured her that since the cold had past he would not be staying again. Which was true, and while he remained my lover, the moments were brief and he always left before night fall. At the end of spring Glorian announced that they were expecting a child. I was truly happy for him. Wolfric meant so much to me, I could never wish ill for a child and I would never deny anyone the love and happiness that a child could bring. It was only three weeks later when I received a very venomous visit from Zara. Apparently Glorian was spending the nights somewhere, though I could not convince her it was not with me, and it wasn’t. I tried to sooth her, to warn her to be calm for her babe. She spat at my feet and ran from the cottage.

The next time that Glorian visited I was angry, we fought. I wanted her head! In the end we ended up making love in the meadow. That was the last time I saw Glorian.