The money is transferred to the Treasury, and you thank the soldiers for their services, allowing them to keep their spoils.
802 NWE, Midwinter
It is a day of marvel when your bedchambers resonate with a sound that you didn't hear before inside them - that of a bawling of a baby.
Your wife has given birth to your child, and the healers are proud to announce that its a boy.
According to the rites of Old Gods that your wife - and more or less officially, your whole family - follows, she was given the priviledge of naming the child she brought upon this world. She settled on 'Duk', the name of one of her grandfathers.
802 NWE, Late Winter
The more you think about it, the worse it becomes.
That young squire, what's his name, Maut? You could swear that everywhere your wife is, he is also there. Those little smiles, those little jokes they exchange. He is younger than you two but you can swear this blonde, cheerful young man is everywhere around your wife. Of course, there's nothing wrong with having favorites amongst your servants - you could name a few of your own - but isn't he just
too much of a favorite recently?
Heck, he was even one of the people who handled your baby boy after his birth, and in past few weeks he cared greatly for Hele when she was suffering from a bout of cold while you were busy with paperwork.
Perhaps you're just overthinking it... right?
A) It's nothing.
B) Better to nip this in the bud and send him away.
C) Gotta investigate this matter thoroughly. Where's the Spymaster when you need him?
D) Obviously they're having an affair! To the dungeon with him!
E) Obviously they're having an affair! To the dungeon with him, and my wife gets divorce papers!