32nd of Saun, Arc 717
"That bitch..." he cursed, visibly shaken, but not quite so traumatized as he was clearly enraged. His hands gripped the letter, his eyes stared into it. No matter how he tried to rationalize this, there was no easy way to escape the trap she'd laid. And for that, he was angry. So, so, so angry. This woman, who he didn't even know, had somehow learned all there was to know about him - and his husband. And she'd used that to create a situation that wrung equally his heart and mind.
Near the end of Ymiden, Alistair had made a contract with a surrogate, working for the Rigid Rooster - she would give birth to Fridgar's biological child, and in exchange, she would be paid handsomely throughout the affair. Everyone benefited - Alistair and Fridgar would have a son to call their own, she would be given wealth and assurance (enough to buy a small home) - all for nine months of inconvenience. This was what they had all agreed to, and the woman at the time appeared quite enthused.
But now, she was not. She had reneged on the contract, and decided the life of a Gauthrien whore was not one she favored. She had sent them a letter threatening a violent refusal of the child - she would force a miscarriage, if they did not pay her ten times the original promised funds of five hundred gold nels. Now, it was five thousand, enough to buy a home in an affluent neighborhood, with all the amenities one would desire. Of course, most would simply refuse and allow her the opportunity to risk her own death in taking out the child.
But Alistair... he wouldn't let that happen. This child, even unborn, was of infinite value to him. It meant more to him than anything that this child was born - it was Fridgar's, after all. It was his. He couldn't let her ransack Fridgar's legacy, his flesh and blood. This was to be their entry into a new and better life.
If the payment of five thousand gold nels is not made by mid-Vhalar, the child will be slain. This is my commitment to you, he read again. Vile. She was a beautiful woman - she looked almost as if she could've been his sister. Like a far more petite Andraska, with the same golden brown hair and noteworthy eyes. It was why he chose her. Now, however, he recalled something of import: the value that beautiful people placed on their bodies was nigh-infinite. There were few things so important to them as their forms, and she valued her physicality far more than five hundred gold nel. Of course. He was naive to not have expected this.
Etzos, was where she had gone to. She even gave him a specific address at which to contact her... 'provider', as she called him.
This was all... a lot to swallow. Sitting quietly, at his desk, he grit his teeth and pondered angrily. What to do? What could they do?
Fridgar needed to know. The question was - where was he?
"That bitch..." he cursed, visibly shaken, but not quite so traumatized as he was clearly enraged. His hands gripped the letter, his eyes stared into it. No matter how he tried to rationalize this, there was no easy way to escape the trap she'd laid. And for that, he was angry. So, so, so angry. This woman, who he didn't even know, had somehow learned all there was to know about him - and his husband. And she'd used that to create a situation that wrung equally his heart and mind.
Near the end of Ymiden, Alistair had made a contract with a surrogate, working for the Rigid Rooster - she would give birth to Fridgar's biological child, and in exchange, she would be paid handsomely throughout the affair. Everyone benefited - Alistair and Fridgar would have a son to call their own, she would be given wealth and assurance (enough to buy a small home) - all for nine months of inconvenience. This was what they had all agreed to, and the woman at the time appeared quite enthused.
But now, she was not. She had reneged on the contract, and decided the life of a Gauthrien whore was not one she favored. She had sent them a letter threatening a violent refusal of the child - she would force a miscarriage, if they did not pay her ten times the original promised funds of five hundred gold nels. Now, it was five thousand, enough to buy a home in an affluent neighborhood, with all the amenities one would desire. Of course, most would simply refuse and allow her the opportunity to risk her own death in taking out the child.
But Alistair... he wouldn't let that happen. This child, even unborn, was of infinite value to him. It meant more to him than anything that this child was born - it was Fridgar's, after all. It was his. He couldn't let her ransack Fridgar's legacy, his flesh and blood. This was to be their entry into a new and better life.
If the payment of five thousand gold nels is not made by mid-Vhalar, the child will be slain. This is my commitment to you, he read again. Vile. She was a beautiful woman - she looked almost as if she could've been his sister. Like a far more petite Andraska, with the same golden brown hair and noteworthy eyes. It was why he chose her. Now, however, he recalled something of import: the value that beautiful people placed on their bodies was nigh-infinite. There were few things so important to them as their forms, and she valued her physicality far more than five hundred gold nel. Of course. He was naive to not have expected this.
Etzos, was where she had gone to. She even gave him a specific address at which to contact her... 'provider', as she called him.
This was all... a lot to swallow. Sitting quietly, at his desk, he grit his teeth and pondered angrily. What to do? What could they do?
Fridgar needed to know. The question was - where was he?