Dagonets Lady
Rating: PG
This is a one shot about a neglected character. I own nothing except Mariette.
My name is Mariette and my story is sad, a great tragic that can equal any of those legends of lost love. When I met him I was a widow of twenty years and he was about thirty. A brave and glorious knight of Artorious, Samartian just like me. He wasn't the most handsome man, bald and big built but he had a gentle manner, and I quite fell in love. I wasn't pretty the only nice features to me being my nose, I was quite proud of my nose. I still don't know why he loved me. A year after we first met we became lovers, every meeting a treasurable moment. My sorrow was that he might die and I couldn't bear him a child, as I was barren. I loved Dagonet more than life itself, I couldn't imagine life without him. I knew that was foolish as he would probably be killed. We made secret promises to each other. Once he was free of Rome we would marry and have our own place in Samartia. He knew I was barren and it must of pained him because he loved children. But he would still marry me. I was so happy.
It came as a surprise to find myself suffering from morning sickness, I was beginning to hope but knew not to, hope bought pain. I refused to see a midwife who would tell me if I was pregnant. Dagonet would be freed very soon, why get his hopes up. I was beginning to think maybe we would marry. We talked of children and decided to adopt some. When I found out that he was to go on one last mission, I almost died. I knew he would not survive. I couldn't breathe, during our last night together I got out of bed and ran to the midwifes room and dragged her out of bed. I asked her to see if I was pregnant and waited breathless. She looked at me in pitty.
"My poor dear, you are to bear a child in less than three months, it is healthy. What shall you do?" I smiled happy beyond words.
"Celebrate"
The next night as Dagonet prepared to leave I walked up to him and asked him for a word.
"Dagonet" I said "I'm having a baby" He gaped.
"Really?"
"Really. In less than three months, it's healthy" He gave a whoop of delight
and kissed my stomach, I threw back my head and laughed.
"It kicked!" he exclaimed "It kicked!" and kissed me on the mouth.
I cannot use any words in the world to describe what I felt when I saw Dag's dead body. I was completely unreachable after it. But I managed to survive because two months and twelve days after Dagonet was buried I gave birth to Dagonet junior. The boy Lucan, who took such a liking to Dagonet, Dagonet jnr and I traveled back to Samartia and lived with my brother. I never married but Lucan and Dagonet jnr did. Thinking back on Dagonet I feel no sorrow or regret but happiness. Because what he gave me made me a better person. Everybody has one true love on this earth and Dagonet was mine. I loved him until the day he died, and felt pride when tales of his bravery were spread around the world. Dagonet was special and I shall never forget him. Ever.