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A short, but sweet chapter. I know it's been a while, but life has gotten the best of me at the moment. Yet, this story will continue as well as being revised and checked for errors. I hope you'll enjoy
Chapter 15: 46 days left
He knew, by her soft eyes and tender temperament that she was in love. Hardly was there ever such a creature so devoted, so hungry, dying of such love.
"Francoeur, what shall we do? I believe there is a madness in her, an illness perhaps. My aunt is nervous, then flushed, or complete and indescribably happy. Do you believe she is expecting some important news?"
The age of fury, of jealousy, and of uncontrolled passion were past him by this time. Replaced by tenderness and gratitude hidden behind trills and purrs, devotion reflected its golden goodness with acquiescence, but not simple acceptance.
Francoeur was sure, even if he couldn't say that there were many happy days as well as sad ones. With a silent gentleness, he wrapped one arm around her, and Lucille sighed with contentment as they watched over a familiar couple, hoping their blossoming futures and paths laid before them were welcomed and lasting ones.