Everlasting Love: Epilogue
MarshAngel
Watsonma@hotmail.com
Serena's face was positively glowing. It seemed everything in the room was
shining. The high arches of the building welcomed her on the arm of her husband. She
was nervous and worried. She sighed as Darien helped to remove her cloak.
She hadn't wanted to wear the dress she had on, but Molly had insisted that as a
married woman she was allowed to display, what she considered to be, an excessive
amount of flesh. She turned around to face her husband and take his hand. She watched
as his eyes fell from her face and down to the milky breasts peeping from above the blue
silk that matched her brilliant blue eyes.
Darien suddenly had the urge to grab his new wife and return to the house from
which they had just come and discover what lay beneath the clothing, which just seemed
to tease him with the way it accented her perfect figure. Was it his imagination or under
his constant attention she seemed to be blooming into an even more beautiful blossom
than she had been before, provided that were even possible.
He swallowed the urge to kiss her right here in front of the guests waiting before
him. He held out his arm and she took it smiling up at him, fascinated at his reaction to
her display of skin. Molly just might have been right after all. The way his face had gone
pale at the sight of her before the blood rushed to his cheeks had quelled some of the
nervous feeling in the pit of her stomach.
Tonight would be their first public appearance since their quiet marriage in a
small town not far outside Thornwood Manor, their new home. She knew the
gossipmongers had heard of the engagement and had suspected the marriage, she
wondered if they would accept her. Darien sensed her discomfort, and he whispered in
her ear as they made their entrance down the grand staircase, just as the steward
announced their presence as Duke and Duchess Westmoreland.
She didn't even see the eyes staring up at her as she laughed lightly as Darien
whispered his love in her ear. "Ignore them," he said softly. "You are my wife and that's
all that matters." That said he nibbled on her ear, which luckily went unnoticed by the
throng of dancers and onlookers below.
What didn't go unnoticed was her laughter and the whispering and the way
Darien was looking at her. There was no doubt that the Duke Westmoreland was
thoroughly besotted with his own wife, unusual considering many men of his age and
status had a mistress an showed no real affection for their own spouses. The loving
couple was the talk of the ton.
Darien held the tiny babe in his hand. She giggled and squealed with joy, her
brilliant blue eyes shining just like her mother's. Her older brother seemed fascinated
with his tiny baby sister and spent as much time as he was allowed playing with her,
protecting her by claiming himself a knight in shining armor. It seemed the only time he
abandoned the poor child whom he'd taken to calling Cat, a shortened version of
Catherine, was when his Great Uncle, the Duke arrived.
The two were almost inseparable. The Duke was completely taken with young
Darien, spending as much time as he could with the young boy. He was a completely
different man when with his niece and nephew. It was sweet really, although Serena
found it oddly amusing watching the young boy attempting to choose between his
handsome father and his doting Great Uncle. It was a hard decision and he tried not to
offend his father too much.
Life was finally complete for Serena, she had a loving husband two beautiful children
and her best friends had recently married. Raye, after completing the traditional mourning
period had married Nicholas and of course Mina had finally married her fiancée Jason.
Life was good, and it seemed the love she felt in her own heart and saw in the faces of
her friends and family would last forever.
MarshAngel
Watsonma@hotmail.com
Serena's face was positively glowing. It seemed everything in the room was
shining. The high arches of the building welcomed her on the arm of her husband. She
was nervous and worried. She sighed as Darien helped to remove her cloak.
She hadn't wanted to wear the dress she had on, but Molly had insisted that as a
married woman she was allowed to display, what she considered to be, an excessive
amount of flesh. She turned around to face her husband and take his hand. She watched
as his eyes fell from her face and down to the milky breasts peeping from above the blue
silk that matched her brilliant blue eyes.
Darien suddenly had the urge to grab his new wife and return to the house from
which they had just come and discover what lay beneath the clothing, which just seemed
to tease him with the way it accented her perfect figure. Was it his imagination or under
his constant attention she seemed to be blooming into an even more beautiful blossom
than she had been before, provided that were even possible.
He swallowed the urge to kiss her right here in front of the guests waiting before
him. He held out his arm and she took it smiling up at him, fascinated at his reaction to
her display of skin. Molly just might have been right after all. The way his face had gone
pale at the sight of her before the blood rushed to his cheeks had quelled some of the
nervous feeling in the pit of her stomach.
Tonight would be their first public appearance since their quiet marriage in a
small town not far outside Thornwood Manor, their new home. She knew the
gossipmongers had heard of the engagement and had suspected the marriage, she
wondered if they would accept her. Darien sensed her discomfort, and he whispered in
her ear as they made their entrance down the grand staircase, just as the steward
announced their presence as Duke and Duchess Westmoreland.
She didn't even see the eyes staring up at her as she laughed lightly as Darien
whispered his love in her ear. "Ignore them," he said softly. "You are my wife and that's
all that matters." That said he nibbled on her ear, which luckily went unnoticed by the
throng of dancers and onlookers below.
What didn't go unnoticed was her laughter and the whispering and the way
Darien was looking at her. There was no doubt that the Duke Westmoreland was
thoroughly besotted with his own wife, unusual considering many men of his age and
status had a mistress an showed no real affection for their own spouses. The loving
couple was the talk of the ton.
Darien held the tiny babe in his hand. She giggled and squealed with joy, her
brilliant blue eyes shining just like her mother's. Her older brother seemed fascinated
with his tiny baby sister and spent as much time as he was allowed playing with her,
protecting her by claiming himself a knight in shining armor. It seemed the only time he
abandoned the poor child whom he'd taken to calling Cat, a shortened version of
Catherine, was when his Great Uncle, the Duke arrived.
The two were almost inseparable. The Duke was completely taken with young
Darien, spending as much time as he could with the young boy. He was a completely
different man when with his niece and nephew. It was sweet really, although Serena
found it oddly amusing watching the young boy attempting to choose between his
handsome father and his doting Great Uncle. It was a hard decision and he tried not to
offend his father too much.
Life was finally complete for Serena, she had a loving husband two beautiful children
and her best friends had recently married. Raye, after completing the traditional mourning
period had married Nicholas and of course Mina had finally married her fiancée Jason.
Life was good, and it seemed the love she felt in her own heart and saw in the faces of
her friends and family would last forever.