If they had a noble house, that would be a bit of a problem. My grandchildren through my daughters would not be Rhombuses. They would belong to the fathers house. It was not so bad. I had my 6 sons for a reason. This was the reason. With them legitimized from birth and recognized as mine by Anthony and the Swifthunts, all of their children would be part of my house. They were hybrid children. I hoped that they would be able to have children. It was a fact of this world that there were half elves and even half orcs. They could have children. I was not too concerned for my children because of that. It would be something to look out for. I was a knight that was well known in the county. Even in the capitol, there was tales of what I had done. Maiming a noble, saving a colorless bishop and the champion's mother, and slaughtering all of those bandits were all feats that I took great pride in. That meant absolutely nothing here. I had no magic. Having witches of not in the family would be good. Johna would be the first. The entrance exam was a success. She was literate and could cast.
Overshadowed by some of the nobles, it did not look like she did much. Still, all she had to do was cast 2 spells and be able to pass a written exam of 10 questions. They did not want to waste time on children that could not live in a school environment. You needed to be able to read and write in order to take notes and understand what was written down for students. You also had to be able to actually cast magic in this magic academy. If you could not do both, there really was no reason for you to be in their halls taking up space. I could understand it. I was invited to stay the week to help her move in and make sure she had what she needed. I had money from both of the saunas on top of the gold I still had left over. I slipped her a couple gold bars as I heard gold was good for magic. I got to walk the halls with her. Once their opening ceremony was over, it was time for us parents and guardians to leave. She looked nervous to lose me. "I believe in you. Never be ashamed to ask for help. You can do it if you try. I love you Johna." I said before kissing her forehead. "I love you too Father."
Personally, not having Johna was tough on us. She honestly was the apple of my eye as my firstborn. Grissell was also concerned about what she was doing. She would also be losing her other children in a year. The children all could tell that we were not handling it the best. Luckily, Bonnie could be the glue to keep the family together. I dropped the ball. When either of us got lonely or too snappy, she was there to put us in check. She also was able to keep all the children unified. It got us through that first year. When it became time to go send Holly and Molly, Grissell begged me not to on her knees. She had tears in her eyes. We had sent many letters, but it was no substitute for seeing her in person. "I can't let Johna be alone. We planned for her to be joined by her sisters." I said firmly. "I can't bear it! If you send them away, I don't know what I'll do!" she cried. I was moved to compassion for her. She could not have more children. Her 3 girls were all she had besides me. I had Bonnie and the boys. I had to compromise. She would take Holly in. Molly would stay with us. That was final.
