Chapter Twenty Two
Adam sat on the wall that surrounded Livett City. This side of the wall was furthest from the main part of town, so it was as private as he could hope for. This spot overlooked hills of green, hills he would rather be amongst. The bottle of blood and pair of wine glasses seemed light in comparison to the engagement ring he held in his hand. The sun was dipping lower and lower on the horizon with each passing moment. This day, over five centuries ago, he had proposed to her just like this, at sunset. Back then it had been a hilltop picnic with a softly flowing river below. With an impending war to decide the fate of all, he couldn't wait any longer to do this. He wanted to wait and recreate the first day they met but there wasn't enough time. He smiled to himself.
I can potentially live forever, but time is still the enemy.
Siree sat beside him, their feet dangling over the edge. He smiled at her, her smile back was immediate.
"I got the baker`s daughter."
"You were the worst apprentice ever."
Adam threw his hands up in surrender. Siree laughed.
"Adam you burnt every loaf of bread!"
Siree barely got the words out through her laughter. Adam chuckled.
"I only burnt them because of you." He whispered.
Siree`s laughter immediately stopped.
"What do you mean? What did I do?"
Adam`s lips barely turned upwards to smile.
"I couldn't work with you around. I stared at you instead of watching the bread in oven."
Siree nestled closer to him, smiling.
"You looked so beautiful, even covered in flour. I couldn't help it. Your father took notice very early on and gave me his blessing to court you."
Siree gave a contented sigh.
"I'm glad he did, I've never been happier."
"It was on this day, over five centuries ago, that I began working for your father. It was on this day, I met you, the love of my life. I want to spend the rest of my life, however short or long it may be, as your husband -" Adam held the gold ring with a small diamond, her original engagement ring, out to her. "-will you do me the honor of agreeing to marry me, for the second time?"
Siree hugged him tightly.
"Of course! I wouldn't have said yes the first time if I didn't believe in our love. Our love has only grown stronger with the years."
Adam pulled away from her to slide the ring on to her finger. He popped the cork on the bottle of blood and poured the glasses. Siree took one in hand and nestled as close to him as possible as they watched the sun set below the horizon.