Epilogue

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                         Epilogue

Asher quietly let himself into his chamber, his newborn daughter nestled in his arms. A few feet away, his wife slept, exhausted from the birth.

Carefully, so as not to awaken her, he lay the babe next to her and stood looking down on the most precious things in his life.

He could have joined the celebrate downstairs where friends, family were gathered for the birth. Asher found that he didn't want to be anywhere else but here. His wife sleeping soundly, their newborn babe yawning and opening her eyes

A reflection of his own light brown ones...

she took his breath away. The moment he held her he had been in awe, completely struck by the little bundle of joy.

Walking carefully not to wake both of them he settled down in front of the writing desk and took out his scrolls, quill, and inkwell. Weeks after their marriage that started of cold and distant, he never stoped writing letters and he knew how much she loved them, he loved showering her with kisses, washing her until she glowed, wanting to give her  whatever elusive, impossible, goddamned mysterious thing she need
in order to be happy. And she told him his letters made her happy, he wrote love letters on special occasions, one that he found himself writing when words got difficult to say, when he felt overwhelmed like now.

Today was such a day, for his heart was so full he could never hope to fully put into speech all that he felt. He hastily scrawled the year and date, for this was an important entry. The day that marked the birth of his daughter. But it was his wife he found himself thinking, every once in a while he looked up and smiled a contented smile as he watched his wife and child sleep.

My dearest love..

You never cease to amaze me, today you have shown me the strength you behold, the love you have. Truth be told, i was afraid as you struggled to bring forth life from your womb, Luke was laughing as I was in the most tormented state of my life. But you are my spitfire, my warrior who never gives up. And indeed you had not, you presented me our daughter, I can still remember the way she squealled and gazed up at me. It made me remember the first time i ever set my eyes on you, when we were young. Striking me with that look, you intrigued me ever since. I belive the second i laid eyes on you, i belonged solely to you. Ah my love, I think i have always loved you. Despite our cruel actions and my will for venegance, I am most thankful for what life has given me, I could never imagine wanting anything else,

rest easy my dear,

placing his quill pen aside, his eyes drifted back to the view he knew he could never get enough off. How could he have gotten so lucky? In that moment he knew that life was about choices, sacrafice and living. He had taken choices that still plagued his mind, choices that nearly made him loose the one source of happiness he had,

and now he had a choice in front of him that would forever be worth it.

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A/N : sorry for the late updating, I have gotten a job that literally takes so much of my time and plus gets draining :(, wish I could write full time and just live in a fairy tale world.....

Anyways enough of that, I HAVE GOOD NEWS! Today I will publish the first book of my newest duology books it is called Lillian's Deceit.

I will do my very best to update frequently, and it always pushes me forward when you guys tap on the star below and comments!  Xoxo

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