Lost Creek Hollow hey! welcome to the murder

Liffey wasn't amused. Not in the least. True, the expression she fixed upon her face was friendly. Her features were relaxed and there was a smile there, sitting where it was supposed to. If anyone was looking closely, they would've seen the way it didn't touch her eyes. They would've seen how her fiery orbs were sharp, hot, and full of scorn.

She didn't want this child anywhere near hers. This bastard born of immorality and blatant disrespect. It had never sat well with her that they'd allowed Mona to remain in their ranks when her pregnancy had come out. They had said back at Sunspire that it would never be permitted again. Yet, here they were. Mona remained. She'd taken advantage of Gannet's good-hearted innocence. And now, her bastard was playing with Liffey's son as though he were in any way worthy of her prince's attention.

Liffey knew on some level, of course, that this was not Ashlar's fault. Part of her pitied the boy, who did seem to be a sweet thing in spite of the misfortune of his birth. That part made her feel guilty for the way she regarded him. She knew Rannoch would be ashamed of her for feeling the way she did. If only that good, forgiving, empathetic part of her was strong enough to quell the rest.

The woman laid her head on the ground and continued to watch silently, thoughtfully.

judgmental mama cameo :D