And although Diric Wessiri's death had been years ago, there had been
times when Iella could not bear the burden of his loss. She loved Wedge
dearly, and he knew she would continue to love him for eternity, but the
events that had followed on that fateful day, the way Diric had died at the
hands of Iella herself had often overwhelmed her.
Wedge had made love to her gently those times, not for the mere sexual pleasure of it but as a vent for Iella's intangible frustration. He had held her in his arms-sometimes for hours-until she could cry no more, and his heart ached every time she apologized for loosing her composure. Sometimes the pain he felt for her had been so great that holding her tightly to his body and hushing her soft cries was the only thing that stopped him from shedding tears as well.
But, surprisingly, he had never felt a flicker of jealousy or anger for this man, the one who had caused his precious wife so much grief. He knew this was not just the anguish of love lost, but the loss of a beloved soul whose memory would always be in the hearts of both of them.
And his love for her was so deep, deeper than any black hole in the universe and its entirety, that he remained patiently rocking her and kissing her forehead, whispering calming assurances into her ear until her shuddering sobs ceased and Iella lay asleep in Wedge's close embrace.
Wedge had made love to her gently those times, not for the mere sexual pleasure of it but as a vent for Iella's intangible frustration. He had held her in his arms-sometimes for hours-until she could cry no more, and his heart ached every time she apologized for loosing her composure. Sometimes the pain he felt for her had been so great that holding her tightly to his body and hushing her soft cries was the only thing that stopped him from shedding tears as well.
But, surprisingly, he had never felt a flicker of jealousy or anger for this man, the one who had caused his precious wife so much grief. He knew this was not just the anguish of love lost, but the loss of a beloved soul whose memory would always be in the hearts of both of them.
And his love for her was so deep, deeper than any black hole in the universe and its entirety, that he remained patiently rocking her and kissing her forehead, whispering calming assurances into her ear until her shuddering sobs ceased and Iella lay asleep in Wedge's close embrace.