Michael had 4 strong boys, a loving wife, and that was his family. The mute that wandered the halls was not his daughter, he had held his daughter, looked at her in wonder. She was so small, so beautiful, so amazing.. her face scrunched up, her mouth opened... that was when she died to him. He handed her back to his wife and walked away. He was certain that his wife had cheated, how could they have 3 perfect sons, then that broken thing. Even after her, their youngest, another perfect boy.

Michael was stern, but loved a joke with his sons. He refused to acknowledge his daughter unless they had guests about. He would do anything for his family, but he cannot wait to be rid of his daughter. He had hoped some lord would want her for her beauty.. but he knew better. He had hoped perhaps even some low lord would try and marry up class.. but even that had not happened..