Life had hit a high point as of late. Yarrow was well into the prime of his life, ramping up and training to participate in the coming rut. His grandfather had just celebrated his 38th - 38th! - birthday not too long ago. The old stag was starting to show his age, though had not let his crowning glory of Glenmore's oldest stag slow him down. Yarrow often watched the old stag and his sire take long walks with each other, likely talking of Adalbert's impending inheritance once Gerald passed. The strapping Lord paid little heed to their whispered talks. He was far from becoming the head of their family, so it didn't concern him.
Or so he thought.
The handsome dark lord was sparring with another lord when the terrible news was discovered. He had to prepare if he was to garner any respectable does for his harem - after all, it was Yarrow's duty as second in line to produce another heir. Drenched with sweat, Yarrow's focus was solely on Lord Kian as they danced around each