As I tiptoed quietly into his room, my heart began thumping in my chest and tears prickled my eyes. It was so fucking ironic that it was after the death of my baby I was now able to see my first child more. When Rhysand decided to move us to the stupid house he bought in Ecrim Woods, his family, The Havilliards, old money and as powerful as it gets forbade me from taking Christain along with me. They said he had to be trained the exact way Rhysand was…to receive a strict elite education in the most prestigious school in the country. I could bet my right arm that all the generations of the Havilliard family received the same education in the same school. It was almost like a fucking ritual and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. I fought hard to bring Christain along with us, but my in-laws, especially my mother-in-law, laughed at my face in her pompous nasal voice while informing me that marriage to her son and to the Havilliard family was the greatest blessing that could ever be bestowed upon me by my ancestors and I should be grateful I even was opportune to birth a heir for them.