03.Sep.13, 02:16 AM
Darumem regarded the large hold before him as thoughts of running a major hold ran through his head. He knew he could do a fine job of it but of course too many Telgarian heirs separated him from any chance of claiming the position of Lord Holder of Telgar Hold. Too many of the blood stretching ahead of him, so unless he started a bloodbath Darumem knew he had no chance at all.
Waste of mental energy these thoughts and Darumem wasn't big on wasting anything. Grieving for his lost Suhesa was done and over with and he had his future to consider now. Not only his future but also the future of the pack of daughters he had sired off of Suhesa. She gave him only one son who died, his fool of a Nanny failed to watch over him close enough and he ended up falling down the stairs. Darumem suspected the whore spawn pushed his Heir down the stairs, if it wasn't for Suhesa warning him of the trouble it would cause, he would have killed the old woman. Instead he beat the nanny, discharged her from his service and exiled her from his hold.
Suhesa then gave him another daughter and ended up dying of some illness barely six months later. It was quite inconvenient and even worse, he actually loved his wife so it did hurt to lose her. Darumem had yet to touch another woman since then but it was time enough he found himself a new one. He would be damned to have his hard work end up in the hands of one of his brothers or nephews.
He also had to start considering wives for his daughters...Daresa was sixteen turns now, more than old enough to be espoused. He had two other daughters coming close to being of age too, Memhesa and Hesame. With this in mind, Darumem traveled to Telgar Hold. He will beginning the process of finding a suitable spouse for his eldest daughter foremost then place feelers for his other children. He will also keep an eye out for any attractive young women with good birthing hips to claim as his own.
It was a fine day and as much as he rather be tending to the business of his Minor Hold, Darumem was strolling through the public gardens. He had already sent word to the Lord Holder of Telgar indicating he was present and awaited his pleasure. There were always a good chance of a endweek Gather or feast in the main Hold he could attend. For now he allowed himself a rare moment of inactivity by strolling about the public gardens in the warm afternoon sun, eyes keenly searching for anybody of note.
Waste of mental energy these thoughts and Darumem wasn't big on wasting anything. Grieving for his lost Suhesa was done and over with and he had his future to consider now. Not only his future but also the future of the pack of daughters he had sired off of Suhesa. She gave him only one son who died, his fool of a Nanny failed to watch over him close enough and he ended up falling down the stairs. Darumem suspected the whore spawn pushed his Heir down the stairs, if it wasn't for Suhesa warning him of the trouble it would cause, he would have killed the old woman. Instead he beat the nanny, discharged her from his service and exiled her from his hold.
Suhesa then gave him another daughter and ended up dying of some illness barely six months later. It was quite inconvenient and even worse, he actually loved his wife so it did hurt to lose her. Darumem had yet to touch another woman since then but it was time enough he found himself a new one. He would be damned to have his hard work end up in the hands of one of his brothers or nephews.
He also had to start considering wives for his daughters...Daresa was sixteen turns now, more than old enough to be espoused. He had two other daughters coming close to being of age too, Memhesa and Hesame. With this in mind, Darumem traveled to Telgar Hold. He will beginning the process of finding a suitable spouse for his eldest daughter foremost then place feelers for his other children. He will also keep an eye out for any attractive young women with good birthing hips to claim as his own.
It was a fine day and as much as he rather be tending to the business of his Minor Hold, Darumem was strolling through the public gardens. He had already sent word to the Lord Holder of Telgar indicating he was present and awaited his pleasure. There were always a good chance of a endweek Gather or feast in the main Hold he could attend. For now he allowed himself a rare moment of inactivity by strolling about the public gardens in the warm afternoon sun, eyes keenly searching for anybody of note.