A boy. A child, that had been what had been what had defeat him, years, centuries of immortality brought down by a boy. The boy who lived. He had lived for centuries and defeated by an eleven-year-old. He was already feeling the effects, his hands shaking, his vision growing weaker.
"Perenelle? Are you ready?"
She grunted, "is anyone truly ready?"
Nicholas got in the bed beside her. She that 'forgiving' him after her husband had died. Frankly she had just had been as bored as him. He sighed, closing his eyes, staying away from Perenelle in the large bed. He didn't need to be with her anymore. Perhaps his first wife would be taking with waiting for him. What was her name? He had to remember.
"It's Elizabeth darling."