Your mother, perhaps. You know she's been drinking a lot as of late.

You sigh a little, perhaps it was time for you to face your mother? If Richard could find time to talk to you, then surely you could find some time to talk to your mother. The problem with that was, well... Alright, it was time to come clean. You have some complicated feelings towards your mother, feelings that some would call immoral.

You don't care about all of that, of course. You know several noblemen who married their cousins and even siblings, so it's not like the concept is foreign to the people surrounding you. You had never given the situation much thought until the relationship between your parents began to struggle, when that happened, well... You began wondering if perhaps you could give it a shot.

You wander around the castle halls, looking for her. Finally, you spot her in one of the ballrooms. She's sitting on a chair, holding a glass of wine and watching the dancing couples of maids and butlers making use of their free time.

''Mother.'' You greet your mother, Katherine van Karsa. She turns to you and smiles, she waves for you to sit next to her.

''My dear son.'' She sips from her glass, smiling at you. ''How are you faring?'

Your mother has long black hair, purple eyes, milky white skin and huge breasts. She's tall and slender, sporting a small waist and hips. She's very attractive, even at her age, or perhaps because of her age. You might have developed a taste for older women because of her.

''I am well.'' You answer her honestly. ''You are drinking again, mother? You are a bit of a lightweight, so don't overdo it.''

Katherine laughs, '''Aww, you worry too much, Edmund!'' She pokes you in the side, ''Besides, I only had this one glass, and maybe a couple others....'' She whispers that last parth, but continues to laugh nonetheless, '''I'll be fine!'' She adds, taking another sip.