Sixteen
Imprisoned
Autumn 961 MC
Lord Richard Fitzwilliam, Baron of Bodden, stood in the great hall looking at the painting of his wife. Though she had died many years before, he still found solace in her image.
"I'm sorry, my love," he said quietly, "I'm afraid I've failed. I promised you our daughter would inherit Bodden, but now I find she is dead and, no doubt, I will shortly follow her. You would have been proud of her, Evelyn, for she was more noble than any knight I have had the privilege to know. Would that she could have lived to rule over Bodden. Now, I must prepare to surrender all I have, knowing that my ancestral home will be parcelled out to a sycophant of a murderous tyrant."
He looked down to his hands, to the small wooden figure he held. As the baron of Bodden, he oft
