231 Father of the Year

Lord Arthur Regioun was almost going crazy. Every night, he lay awake imagining all kinds of scenarios with none of them ending well. He imagined some mysterious animal chomping off the head of his precious daughter, or the arrow of an enemy striking her suddenly in the heart. “Surely,” He would mutter to himself as he tossed and turned in the middle of the night. “Surely, it is her corpse they would return to me. Surely, my Freidis is probably lying somewhere in that cursed forest, cold dead and forgotten. My poor Freidis.” He had almost gone mad when the men he had sent had returned empty-handed. What made his pain worse was the fact that they had actually seen her and let her slip through their fingers. “You mean you saw her alive and well? You actually saw her and you failed to bring her back?” He had pulled out his sword and it had taken the timely intervention of some of the Regioun castle hands to prevent murder right there and then. The men however had spent some time in th