My parents promised that if I went to stay with relatives across the sea, they would claim my son as their own. When I returned after a few years, I found that they apparently abandoned him shortly after birth in a forest. A farmer found him and took him in. Though when I found him, they were forcing him to sleep in the stables.

[She bites her lip to fight back her rage. Her poor, sweet boy.]

Arya seems more intelligent than I was. I think I was more swept up in leaving my town and seeing the rest of Skyrim. Such men are practiced in finding a woman's weakness and exploiting it.

Sofie is my daughter, but not of my blood. I found her orphaned and starving in Windhelm, selling flowers to try and survive. I took her in and claimed her as mine.