#lowe rust

Even in the most stressful of situations and after the most tiring of days, Wymond and Lowe still found time to sneak off in between training regimes to see one another.

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In the spring of 1445, a lot of change swept through the fractured home of the Thorneblades. After many awkward and difficult nights of intimacy with one another, the fruit of their burden finally arrived; Jane was with child!

Yet with such moments of relief also come times of uncertainty. The call for battle came in just a few weeks later, when Henfordshire’s lord liege, young Viscount Henry II, called for all able bodied men to rise his banners for the 100 Years War.

Jane herself couldn’t put into words how she entirely felt about the situation. Here she was, pregnant, with both of the men in her household off to fight in war. Lowe, the baker, was sure to be able to withstand the tests of war, but her husband?

“Lowe asks of you to keep the bakery running until his return,” Wymond fidgeted where he stood. Sweat began to bead across his forehead as he spoke. There was no doubt that the idea of warfare gave him unruly anxiety. “I hope this isn’t too much of a burden for you to take on.”

“Nonsense, I will manage.”

Wymond gave his wife a curt nod. The next words that he spoke came out with a hard swallow and a short inhale, “When—if I return…” he trailed off, eyes wandering elsewhere, as if speaking whatever was on his mind into existence was worse than the trials to come.

Yet Jane seemingly understood what he could not say, and cut him off from speaking further. “When you return, you will be a father. When you return, we will have our last babe, and then we will never have to be in such close proximity to one another again.”

Jane could see the shock on his face, and the disappointment. In an odd way, it struck a cord right throughout her body, a shattering realization that she was coming more closer to the reality of her life; she was married to a man who didn’t love her and would rather be in the arms of a man. He did not want her, or the babe inside of her.

“Yes, I—that’s good… news. Then I shall… f-fight to return to you both. Goodbye, wife.”

No words came to her mouth as a response, for what words there were to say? Did she wish the safe return of her husband, or even his lover? Before the words could even begin to be thought, Wymond gave his wife a curt nod, quickly spun on his heel and began the long journey to the King’s Fort.

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One day, in a chilly autumn morning, the baker and his lover had gotten carried away.

They had forgotten themselves, and stole a moment they thought was secret.

They were mistaken.

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It had been months at the King's fort, under a strict and rigid training regime.

Wymond had the honor of being placed within the same camp as of that of the King himself. Lowe saw it as a great and wonderous responsibility placed upon them. Wymond didn't agree.

The training was something Lowe looked forward to. To build himself up to fight for his King. He trained daily, sometimes past nightfall.

While Wymond was just glad the food was decent.

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The baker's secret.

OUR MAIN HOUSEHOLD

Wymond Thorneblade

BIRTH YEAR: Fall, 1414 TRAITS: Coward, Emotional Skills, Lazy SPECIES: Human EXTRAS: A gay man who seized his first opportunity to use marriage as a cover.

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Jane Thorneblade

BIRTH YEAR: Summer, 1424 TRAITS: Neat, Jaded, Family Orientated SPECIES: Human EXTRAS: Seen as an omen for her skin, her family was happy to marry her off quickly before she became a burden.

THE TOWN BAKER

Lowe Rust

BIRTH YEAR: Winter, 1414 TRAITS: Loyal, Outgoing, Loves the Outdoors SPECIES: Human EXTRAS: The town baker and Wymond’s lover. Wymond uses this excuse to live with him.