Disclaimer: I do not in any way own Song of the Sparrow, though I wish I did for this book has held my heart since I first read it in 2012..
A.N. I wrote this over 2 years ago and only did a quick edit re-read..so, let me know what you think of it. I would love to talk to someone else who has read the book.
It has been two years since we finally defeated the Saxons and I thought I had lost my life's light, my beloved Elaine. I will never forget the moment I saw her lying there in that boat with the arrow she had drawn from her own chest beside her. I was sure that she had left me. I thought I would never again see her beautiful eyes that sparkled with joy and mischief. Praise the heavens I was wrong. I could barely believe it the day she first told me she loved me as I loved her. I had been convinced she would never notice me or look at me the way I looked at her after watching her gaze after Lancelot for years on end. I could not bare to yet again be in another tragic romance, for I was sure I would never find real love. We have come so far from that day by the river when she opened my eyes to the future. We were married this past spring, among a grove of birch trees near a small river. We have made a home here in this place called Camelot; alongside Arthur, Guinevere, and all the other who pledged themselves to starting a new home here. My love and I live in the forest among the trees and are preparing to welcome our first little one in to the world. I am sure it will be a little girl, as beautiful and free spirited as her mother, though Elaine is insistent that it is a boy. I think she is fearful of raising a daughter after losing her own mother at such a young age and living among solely men for so many years, but I have all confidence in her. Regardless of whether we will soon have a son or daughter I am sure that Elaine will be an amazing mother, after all, she had more than enough practice caring for others after taking care of practically the entire camp for most of her life. I can only hope to be as half as good as a father. I can hardly wait to hold our child in my arms. Every day I thank the heavens that My Heart is still here, that she loves me, and that I get to wake each morning beside her and remember how precious this life is. On the nights when I wake from the throws of a nightmare from the battles or thinking that Elaine was dead, she is always right beside me to bring me back to the present. And I do the same for her when she wakes from fright stuck in dreams of war or her time among the Saxons as a captive. On those nights we hold each other close, calming the other till we both drift off to sleep and dream only of the bright future and of things to come.
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