[The servants had whispered to her that Alak was bathing alone. Again. The wasn't like him at all. As far as she knew, he had been focusing solely on Christie and his unborn child. She sensed, as any mother would sense, that something was bothering her son. The fact that Christie had acted as any Castithan woman would when she felt her family and way of life was threatened, that might be the cause of his aloofness. In a way, she was flattered that Christie had resolved to model herself after Stahma. She wondered if that was the problem or if it was the cold and execution-like style with which Christie had dispatched the whore that bothered her son.
Regardless, there was clearly a fence that needed mending.
She entered the family bathing chamber and pretended to look surprised when she saw her son sitting there alone in the hot water. She approached the edge of the water, shedding her outer robe as she slowly submerged herself]
My son, why are you bathing by yourself? Where is your wife?
Post, but before Christie is kidnapped!
Regardless, there was clearly a fence that needed mending.
She entered the family bathing chamber and pretended to look surprised when she saw her son sitting there alone in the hot water. She approached the edge of the water, shedding her outer robe as she slowly submerged herself]
My son, why are you bathing by yourself? Where is your wife?