Epilogue
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,In secret, between the shadow and the soul.
Guinevere saw his brother approach from the gazebos. People would not notice any difference but Guinevere knew something troubled him. She closed her book when he took a seat beside her. "How was your meeting with the village chief?"
"Same old. He seemed more interested in praising your beauty rather than reporting any notable circumstances in our community." Her brother said, leaning close to kiss her neck that her low-cut gown exposed. In the privacy of Guinevere's rose garden they don't need to hide.
"Did I sense jealousy in your tone dear brother?" Guinevere smiled as she cradle his head closer. She enjoyed his jealousy. Even when he was jealous to almost anything that concerned her.
"Me? Jealous of a farmer? Never." But of course he would never admit it out loud.
Guinevere guide him to rest his head on her lap so he could rest more comfortably and let the silence envelop them. A Marquess oversee a vast responsibilities all over his land and after six months, her brother had yet to get used to his role. He handled everything excellently and their subjects have nothing to complain about but often times it was at the cost of his rest. Guinevere tried to make him took a reprieve whenever she could.
"I received a letter from the house of Paxley." She thought he had gone to sleep. "They said their eldest son would like to ask your hand in marriage." So that was what actually bothered him. He was playing with her hair but she could tell he was restless for her answer.
"I am not interested." Guinevere told her him firmly. "Not now, not ever."
"I told them so."
"Good. Now, what I'm interested in is a tea with biscuits. Care to accompany me my love?"
"Always."