Ser Phelot

Ser Owein loved his wife like he loved his country - only as much as was his duty. Thus Phelot grew up the only child in a cold house with high shelves and higher expectations. His father was distant, so Phelot grew hunter’s eyes looking for him. His mother knew everything about the townsfolk, but through the sour prognostication of loneliness. Phelot took her shrewdness and turned it outwards, learning to see dark times on the horizon and quietly slink away before doom fell upon whatever room he had vacated.

All that changed after the Night of Long Knives, when in 464 AD he was obliged for want of a good fortune to wed the Widow Alwena, a woman as earnest as the dawn. With her came a manor and three children, and for the first time Phelot was living in a house with laughter. For the first time, his life had something worth fighting for. He took to his knightly duties with a vigor he had never known, determined to win glory and be worthy of honor in his children’s eyes. Though it came late, it was always said of him that he died with dignity.