Tess frowned at the mention of a daughter. It left a bitter taste in her mouth, though she knew that she had no right to feel any jealousy towards a forgotten woman of his past. “It would be cruel to murder your own daughter, yes… I suppose I’ll have to figure something a bit more practical then. I doubt any fog or hallucination-causing bugs will do much for these… people.” The blonde cleared her throat and glanced around the room–anywhere that wasn’t Cal in all honest truth. She felt an awkward air settle in between them at the mention of children, though she held no grudge against the girl herself. She was probably a very nice girl… but Tess didn’t want to dwell on the subject for long.
“I’m not even sure she’s my own blood, but... The things she said were very pointed. They sounded like something I would say if I met my own father.” The world felt subtly heavier at the words, and he couldn’t help but wonder of the other children in the world who shared his blood. He hoped, for their own sake, they were as far from the island as the world would take them -- although it seemed they were drawn to it in the same way he was. “No, we need to get them off the island in a way that, if they die, it appears accidentally. We don’t want word to get back to the King and him to think we have something to hide. As much as I’d enjoy taking his pointed crown for my own, he’d send a fleet first, and we don’t have the sort of power to rage a war.”














