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Ofelia was born the oldest daughter of Hebrides Seahold, which is tiny and insignificant except that her mother was some sort of third cousin to Nabol's blood. Her parents had a great romance, at least considering their circumstances, and then settled into a mutual affection that left little room for attention to their four children.

Seahold life was not something Ofelia was suited to. She nearly drowned when she was five, and after that would not go near the water except when forced, and got badly seasick when they made any attempt to take her out sailing. When she was eleven, her mother finally arranged for her to be fostered back to Nabol.

She was certainly not important enough to rate spending time with direct lines, but she managed to settle into a nice little coterie of girls where she was, despite not being the prettiest or the highest-born of them, somehow always the center of attention. And that was how she attracted the attention of Denys. One of the grandsons! It was a coup, for a fifteen-turn-old girl from her kind of background.And he was sweet, and he said all the right things, and when they fumbled in the dark he swore he'd never done that with anybody else. And despite the odds, two turns later he was still there, still bringing her little presents, still sneaking off with her when the opportunities presented themselves.

They were married when she was seventeen and he eighteen. If Agustin was born a little premature, well, he was certainly a healthy little boy. Extremely healthy, for a month and a half early.

Things soured slowly, almost too slow to notice. Denys had no ambition and no idea what to do with the new responsibilities that a family presented. He was often out late. He took little interest in his son, or the two daughters who followed over the next four turns. But he still brought Ofelia gifts, said he loved her, did all the right things there. If he took no interest in the children, well, they were just babies. Her father had never cared for babies, either.

Turns of the same descent. He, out more and more, making fewer romantic gestures. She, learning what time of the month to turn him away at last, focusing on her children, having to do more and more to try to make sure that Denys arrived and was presentable at family events. To the outside world, though, they still looked perfect. He still knew how to smile and pretend to be doting in public. She still knew how to smile and pretend to be madly in love. The children were beautiful. They were so happy, didn't everybody know how happy they were? Only the immediate family knew this wasn't true, and Kisare attempted to convince her to take the children and go back to Hebrides.

She was sure he was having an affair. Possibly a lot of them. Every day she was thankful that there was no girl showing up pregnant and demanding. The fragile balance was maintained. Denys spent increasing numbers of nights in a room on the lower floors, but he was rising early to come back upstairs and present every image that of course he was still living with his wife and children. (Never mind how many people knew otherwise by that point; it was a polite fiction.) Then, in the summer of turn 19 of the interval, she decided she was going to fix things. She prettied herself up as much as she could and, early one morning, went to find him.

She found him. There was screaming. Ofelia's life shifted forever.

She knows that people say that it was Denys who found her with a young man. And she doesn't contradict it, although she won't lie and say it's true, either. She knows the truth, Denys knows, and Huelet and Kisare know--but that may be about it, although there are certainly others who suspect. Denys is back living in their quarters. For a supposed cuckold, he presents publicly as being more devoted to her than ever. And Ofelia, she endures the whispers and makes sure that Denys looks good, because she knows that the time is coming when that may matter.

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