Can We Go Back?

Trald walked up to them. He held his wife’s shoulders and pulled her away from Tova. “Mizette, you know I don’t want to do that. That is why I have called Tova. This is my last card to play against Borgan. I am stretching my patience to the extent that I am willing to put my son in the line. What else can I do?” His voice was laced with sorrow. 

Mizette didn’t know what to say. She was aware of her husband’s tolerance. They loved their daughter and were doing best that was in their hand to keep her married and happy. The girl had three kids. 

Trald held Mizette’s hand and walked with her to their room.

And Tova… he continued to stare at them until they disappeared. He grabbed his head in his hands and sat back on the chair. “Alyssa…” he mu