Music Inspiration: Really Slow Motion- "Beneath the Starry Skies"
Till Death Do We Part
5 December 1777
Caroline had woken that day with a shiver but not from the cold weather and light snowfall. Her wedding day had finally arrived and her stomach was full of nervous jitters. She was eager to see her day through and although she had seen two weddings happen before hers, there was still apprehension. She would no longer return to the home that housed her for seven years and her day alongside her beloved family was over. Upon waking from her bed, a bittersweet feeling emerged to leaving her childhood bed behind which would belong alone to Amelia. Martha and Alice had shared a room but once her little sister married, Elizabeth and Alice became roommates. One by one, they were gradually leaving the home. The days of waking up together under one roof to gather at breakfast with sleepy smiles were now gone and she would never return to that.
She lamented every action made that day and Catherine noticed her melancholy mood. Martha had been the same but like herself, Caroline had seen the arrival and growth of each for her siblings. She had been her first baby and Catherine had produced a strong woman that reminded her fiercely of her husband. Now, her daughter was getting ready in her wedding attire to meet her own groom at the church. Time had flown rather fast for Catherine, still remembering the days of holding Caroline in one arm to breastfeed her and using the other to churn butter. As a young woman, she had not envisioned a life across the Atlantic Ocean and wondered if her own children would undertake similar journeys one day. After all, the mysteriously untamed frontier to the west was quickly becoming the New World. Hopefully, it would be long after she was gone from the earth to avoid that heartache.
Caroline grit her teeth as Amelia fastened her stay to define her waist after she decided to appear more feminine. Martha was helping on straightening her hoop skirt to avoid a fashion accident. Elizabeth had taken an interest in Caroline's wooden diadem, reminding her of Myriam's, but with dangling feathers rather than flowers. She had tried it on for fun while Alice kept nudging her, not to remove it but for a try herself. The sisters sported their best dresses at their mother's behest so they were wearing the same dresses from Martha's wedding. Caroline had dismissed her little sister's concern about wearing her wedding dress. She had used the skirt for Myriam's wedding but not the whole ensemble. This time, she switched it for the top portion and wore a heavier brown wool skirt to keep warm. The matching shawl quickly made her attire appear new which had made Caroline laugh at her modesty.
Their mother shook her head to the sudden flicker on vanity from her eldest and reminded carefully, "Carrie, you will be walking all day and it is bound to become painful when you eat or dance. You must be comfortable in your best dress. It is best to have happy memories, not painful ones of discomfort."
She did have a valid point on comfort and released the air she was holding in a sigh to reluctantly agree, "Oh, fine. Release my anchor, Amelia."
Amelia let go of the tension in the ties to simply tie them neatly at her natural waist. Martha chuckled softly to seeing her sister's rare feminine side peek out and smiled, "Are you trying to appear slimmer? How ladylike."
"I tied your stay so hush" Caroline pointed out hastily to making sure her little sister had the perfect waistline. She had tossed her adolescent views of feminine beauty out the window years ago but tried her best with a stay. It was surprisingly good at minimizing stab wounds and protecting her from bruising. Ratonhnhaké:ton had never cared about colonial fashion styles and feminine beauty ideals which she appreciated. Still, she wanted to appear ladylike one last time before bidding her old life goodbye. Running her palms down the front of her stay, she glanced at her brunette sister to ask, "Did you even eat a whole meal?"
"In sporadic bites" Martha answered to the secret on not feeling suffocated in her wedding dress. Walter had been surprised by her smaller waistline while she said nothing of it. Amelia tried not to laugh when the brunette poked Caroline's midsection and preened, "With your appetite for ales, you need space."
"Don't embarrass your husband on your wedding day" Catherine sighed softly because she didn't want the poor man to regret his first day of marriage. She was aware of Caroline's affinity for drinks like her husband but her daughter's groom abstained from it. Every couple had nerves on their wedding day but she hoped neither grabbed the nearest keg to cope.
"Mama, I will not" Caroline promised with an offended whine and raised her chin, puffing her chest to declare proudly, "He and I will not be consuming any spirits or ales."
Elizabeth turned around at hearing that and blurted everyone's feelings in consensus, "Is he trying to kill you?"
"No, it's a Mohawk tradition and I promised I'd keep it" Caroline shot back swiftly, aware that she was the only woman in the family that drank alcohol. She had seen her mother sip wine at Martha's wedding but that was it. Her sisters chuckled softly to the reveal and she refrained from chasing Elizabeth in the small room when she kissed the air comically.
She grasped the top of the dress that draped over the full skirt now that her stay was in place. Slipping each arm through the blue fabric, she smiled widely at the arrival of her wedding day. Adjusting the scooped neckline with her fingers, she smiled brightly at her sisters, "It's a good thing I only needed to buy the dress and warm gloves. My shoes have lasted well this season."
"You're always in boots" Amelia pointed out dryly to her affinity for leather boots instead of fabric shoes.
Her dress was perfect with its deep blue color that reminded her of the ocean and the ruffles of white lace at the hem was beautiful as it matched those at the quarter-length sleeves. It complemented Ratonhnhaké:ton's favorite flowers in Davenport and pinned one into the diadem as an extra touch to their unity. Following the Scottish tradition, she left one last stitch to finish off her dress and Catherine had passed a needle over the inseam of her right sleeve to finish it off. Good luck would hopefully follow her steps.
Catherine ushered her daughters apart to have access to Caroline and she walked over with a powder blue handkerchief in her hands. Opening the folded corners, she revealed a silver Luckenbooth brooch that was usually given to a betrothed, bride, or a new mother back in Scotland. The intricate outline of a heart with a smaller one inside signified two hearts as one while a bold crown laid above the largest heart.
Despite the years, Catherine had taken great care of her jewelry for the day she would pass it on. She pinned the brooch over the left side of Caroline's chest and smiled fondly to tell her, "I have one for each of my children but this is the one your father gave me on our wedding day and the one I pinned to your blankets when you were born. May it keep protecting you and give you the same strong bond it has given us."
Martha had received hers for her own wedding day but she joined her sisters in peeking at Caroline's new heirloom. The redhead was baffled into modesty for the touching gesture, knowing that it represented the joyous day of her parents' wedding. The sentiment attached to such a piece was unique and her voice wavered to the gift, "Mother-"
"You're a woman now and I'm very proud of you, even with the little bumps" she smiled warmly at their journey as mother and daughter, leaning over to kiss her forehead. Affection had never been seen positively in previous generations but her children stirred it. Her firstborn had seen many hardships in her young life and although Catherine tried to shield her from it, life on the frontier had not been easy. Caroline had never uttered a complaint, finding joy in the simplest things, and she complimented that determined spirit, "You're every bit as strong as your father and proper as I taught you. I hope to see it passed on again one day to your son or daughter."
Caroline blinked rapidly to practice her stiff upper lip expression because that day would be bittersweet. She couldn't wait to marry her fiancé but leaving her family would be the hardest. After the reception, she and her husband would walk to their new home instead of her old path to the hill across the inn. Managing a weak smile, she swallowed the lump in her throat to reply earnestly, "I'll try to give you a grandson with impeccable manners to match his father. A daughter with my gumption might stress Connor."
"I wouldn't mind a few granddaughters" her mother smiled gently to the unknown future and knew the couple would raise a fine child. They were more attuned to the traveling lifestyle and wondered if a child would keep them more homebound. Only time would tell. Her daughter had involved herself in a secret life she knew nothing about and trusted her husband to protect her. She wanted nothing more than for her to live a long life and stated, "All I want is your safety and happiness. You will always be my baby but I trust Connor to protect you now."
"I am happy, mother" she assured confidently because she loved him with all her heart. Their road had not been easy but they had conquered every obstacle. She believed that would only make them a stronger and effective team, both as spouses, officers on the Aquila, and an Assassin team. She glanced down at the beautiful heirloom on her chest, proud to carry on a piece of her parents to pass onto her own children one day. It was a surreal moment to face her mother on equal ground as an adult and her smile wavered, "I'm ready to begin the next journey."
Elizabeth latched onto her sister's waist, not used to seeing her dress so femininely anymore. The deep blue color brightened Caroline's lighter blue eyes and they had quickly become glossy after being given the brooch. Her favorite sister was leaving their home forever and Elizabeth tried to fight back the bothersome lump forming in her throat. Caroline had always spoiled her independent nature, cherishing that respect, and she projected her own emotions by chiding, "Then why are there tears in your eyes?"
Caroline managed a grin at her question and hugged her tightly one last time. Her little sister had grown from a child to a young woman and she knew her time to train as an Assassin would arrive. Her ambitious drive and skill had only improved with time but that secret life would open until she was an adult. Unlike her husband, Elizabeth had no need to undergo dangerous journeys just yet. She ran a hand over her neatly combed hair, which had been twisted into a perfect bun, and told her, "Because I'm leaving home permanently. I won't wake here anymore."
"The first day is hardest but it gets easier" Martha advised her sister because waking to her husband's face the following morning almost made her scream. Sleep had been welcomed after an exhausting wedding and her mind had briefly forgotten she had left her childhood home for her own. Thankfully, Walter had been spared a beatdown from her pillow when he reminded her they were married.
Amelia placed the last piece of Caroline's ensemble over her head and adjusted the wooden diadem to sit snugly. Her long hair had been braided the night before to make it easier to pin into curly buns at the base of her neck. Amelia snuck the white feathers that hung from the diadem between each bun to bring attention to them against her sister's auburn hair. She had been a little girl thirsty for adventure and Amelia found it fitting that she found her suitable husband instead of one that minimized her sentiments. Smiling forlornly at her, Amelia admitted gently, "It feels like yesterday that you two would blush and give each other side glances. Now, I'm watching you marry."
"You ladies are horrible for making me cry" Caroline chuckled weakly to the affection from her sisters and wiped the inner corners of her eyes with a handkerchief. She had tucked one into the pocket of her skirt and slipped another between the layers of her stay and dress. This day would a heavy one for waterworks but she would try her best to stay tear-free.
Catherine clapped to bring their attention to her presence by the door and ordered her daughters, "All right, let's get going to the church. Can't keep the boys waiting."
Alice hugged Caroline when she headed for the open doorway and she sniffled sadly, "I'm going to miss you, Carrie. You have always been so happy here and . . . I don't want you to go. I already miss Martha. I feel like you're all leaving so fast."
She embraced her youngest sister to let her know it was all right because yes, she had always been there when their parents were busy tending to their home. They weren't so little anymore as they had been when they arrived in Davenport on that sunny morning and had seen their lonely homestead grow into a bustling small town. They had been there to see everyone settle into Davenport and she had run around helping their father chop wood while lending a hand with household chores. She had held Alice since she was born, taking care of her precious little sister whenever she needed her, and Alice was now her own young woman. Her eyes still glittered like maple candy but the cooing baby had become a slender woman just as she developed from a wanderlust child to a new homesteader. Their childhoods were now long gone into memories but the new journeys in adulthood and adolescence would keep them bonded.
"I'll always be here, Alice, and I'll be just over the bridge" she reassured with promise since they wouldn't be moving far away. They had chosen that spot to stay close to their loved ones. The extra unused rooms would be available for guests like her siblings before she was hopefully blessed with children. Even then, they had the main room for extra space. Kissing her forehead, she squeezed her tightly one last time before releasing her with a smile, "Neither of us could ever move miles away from you and you're more than welcome to come over."
"Every weekend?" she suggested meekly to seeing her sister more often than Martha.
"Of course, we have space" she agreed jovially because her husband would never deny her siblings from staying over. Her heart fluttered every time she thought of Ratonhnhaké:ton with that new role in her life. Alice was relieved to hear her answer, hugging her again, and she chuckled softly, "You can even stay over and babysit one day."
Alice released her with reluctance when Catherine cleared her throat and Caroline stopped in the center of the doorway. She placed a hand on the flat partition wall that had once been raised twine with a blanket draped over it. Patting the wall in farewell, she spoke quietly, "This is the last time I'll officially live here and although I have a new home to fill with memories, this one has given me a lifetime of them."
Catherine smiled at her melancholy daughter and ushered the others outside, "Go on and meet your boban at church."
The quartet darted out the bedroom in a single file and quickly shot out the front door with happy giggles. Amelia was quick to remind her sisters about their bonnets to keep their ears protected from the winter cold. Catherine held out her right hand for her daughter to take and chuckled with lament, "Just one last time for old time's sake like we did at the market."
Caroline would never be a little girl again but for now, she had her mother, and gladly grasped her hand. It wasn't so large anymore like when she'd been small but her mother had always protected her fiercely.
Ratonhnhaké:ton used the mirror over the empty dresser of his room to assess his reflection. Everything that belonged to him had been moved to his new home yesterday to avoid missing an item on his first night there. Achilles had advised him to take everything in the room to save money but the young man was adamant on only keeping what he had earned. Only his clothes, shoes, bedding, weapons, books, and other trinkets had been moved. Caroline had brought the same from her end but Catherine gave the couple one of her hens for the coop and a care packet of food for their first days. Their home was now fully furnished with their own furniture and belongings to truly call it theirs. They had worked hard to create their home and he was proud of it.
He sighed heavily to dissipate the nervous flutters in his stomach and understood why weddings could be nerve-wracking. Martha couldn't stop crying and Myriam had run off but Caroline had been ecstatic. If anything, he was the nervous party. He hoped he could live up to her expectations of being a husband but they had survived each other pretty well for almost a decade. Brushing his fingers over his temples to smooth back his raven hair, he left it loose but neat to abide by his bride's request. She had always seen him with his hair tied back but today, it would be left alone. He had chosen slate gray attire for a change away from his trademark blue, allowing for his bride to wear that color. His vest, however, was the same trusty one he wore daily for comfort. The new boots that Caroline had gifted him were outstandingly comfortable and protected him from the cold when he had headed to the church earlier to ensure everything was ready.
Caroline would be on her way soon with her sisters so he had to be quick. He looked fine, right? His fingertips lightly poked at his freckles, finding them more prominent today. Or more than likely, he was nitpicking at everything on the most important day of his life. Sighing aloud, he gave himself a pep talk, "It will be fine. The Templars don't know where we live and we have weapons in case the Loyalists decide to crash my wedding today."
Pinching the bridge of his nose, he muttered under his breath, "When did my life get so dangerous? At least the wildlife is in hibernation."
"You will be fine" Achilles called out from the open doorway at hearing his disgruntled mutterings. The man had fallen for the redhead years ago and only their wedding was making him more anxious than the day he returned home to tell him he had dared to ask her to be his. Young love could be silly sometimes but it never left the heart lonely.
"I expected fewer nerves on this day after Martha's marriage" Ratonhnhaké:ton pointed out, throwing up his arms to his own wild emotions. He felt a storm was raging inside his chest but refused to let it rise to the surface. He had been through two weddings already and his own was making him question his worth, much like Myriam. Buttoning his gray overcoat to close it, he sighed with dismay, "I was very wrong."
"Because it is your wedding day" Achilles reminded with a fatherly tone and tapped his cane on the open doorway. They needed to arrive at the church first and greet guests since Caroline's father, brother, and cousin already arrived. The Galloways wouldn't be far behind, along with the other guests, including the bride. Godfrey was one to make sure his daughter's ceremonies went off without a hitch. Ushering him out the door, he encouraged him, "You will do fine. The years have kept you two together this far and today will be no different."
Ratonhnhaké:ton smiled faintly because this would be the last day the two would share the same home. He had been a wary child, unknown to what awaited him past the walls of his village, but he failed to buckle under that fear. Persistence had yielded him a mentor and although he wasn't the best student at times, he was grateful for the training. Apart from that, Achilles had become a father figure to him like many of the other men in the town.
"Thank you for housing me and dealing with my spurts of a temper" he spoke earnestly to depart on good terms with his mentor. His footsteps creaking over the floorboards as he left his old room for the last time and he closed the door quietly. The two headed for the stairs to leave the manor and he admitted, "Apart from this ongoing war, you helped me bridge my identity to the colonial world."
"Focus on your wedding, nothing else" Achilles sighed to dismiss his words with a small smile, aware of their bickering. They were bound to clash, given their ideals and backgrounds, but Ratonhnhaké:ton had yet to cause any major damage. His new bride grounded him far better during spirited moments and he hoped that would continue to avoid injury in active fights. He didn't want him to dwell on their grim secret life and he advised, "It is best to think only happily today."
"I am but I will not be returning here" the young man pointed out to their end under the same room and paused at the head of the stairs to quickly add-in, "I mean, I will keep an eye over the manor and we will be bound to drop by with food for the winter."
"I have survived this long, don't worry about me" the old man dismissed to being fussed over by the townsfolk but appreciated the sentiment. He never thought he would live to see a bustling town and people that treated him kindly like family. His protégé had done very well in establishing and maintaining the small town. He was a protector and he hoped that their safety would always make him think twice about any brash actions. Nodding to him, he gave him a few last words of advice, "Live your life, Connor."
Wringing his hands together, he shifted his balance against the wooden railing and admitted sheepishly, "I have been alone most of my life and for the first time, I will share my life with another."
"She will be a better roommate" he joked gently to the abundant room in the manor but they somehow managed to bicker often during his adolescence. It had tapered to a rarity that year since his protégé was focused on his upcoming marriage and helping the townsfolk. It appeared that keeping him occupied really was the best way to simmer his flicker of impulsivity. Chuckling softly, he admitted with a sincere smile about weddings, "Everyone is nervous on their wedding day. I was nervous, Godfrey was nervous, so was Norris and Walter and every man that has existed this century."
That brought him immense relief because it appeared to be the consensus among the recent marriages. Smoothing his hands down his gray coast, he sighed one last time before stating aloud, "I look fine . . . I think."
"Do not be late to your own ceremony" Achilles reminded and pointed the end of his cane down the stairs. While Ratonhnhaké:ton would be making a downhill stride to the church, his bride would travel uphill. Listening to his mentor, he descended the stairs with haste just as the older man called out, "Or the bride might chase you down."
"No, I will not let my bride wait for me" he refused with resolve on that part because she deserved a happy wedding. There would be no second-guessing, running off, or stumbling into the forest for him. Their engagement had been long enough to brush off any of that and he was happiest at her side. He would no longer have to bid her farewell after a mission or dinner outing but instead, return to their new home together. Just thinking about that moment later in the evening brought a smile to his face and he stated, "She has done enough of that."
Caroline picked up her full skirt in both hands, trying her best to keep it clean on the way to the church. The hem of her dress would be dirty by the end of the night but she would protect it for the ceremony. The new cloak from her spouse kept her cozy through the winter chill and the uphill walk helped to nip the cold. She arrived at the church behind her sisters, releasing her mother's firm hand, and headed straight for her father for a hug. He hadn't said anything after breakfast, aside from wishing her luck, and behaved solemnly just like with Martha. Sons were the pride and joy for most men but his girls were equal to any man in his eye.
"I leave you with our little girl" Catherine sighed softly, running her hand in circles over Caroline's upper back. It soothed both women to their upcoming separation and the younger redhead smiled solemnly at her mother. She had always taught her to be strong with her emotions but leaving her family was not easy to bear. Catherine nodded to leave the two to prepare for their walk into the church and she ushered her family indoors. As the mother of the bride and an unofficial one for the groom, she would thank the guests for their time.
Godfrey sighed under his breath at being caught by his eldest as he tried to guide the guests inside to keep them away from the cold. She released him with a soft laugh and he grasped her gloved hands into his with a faint melancholic smile, "I am reluctant to let you run off and walk in your mother's steps after years of being your father. You have always trusted me with your problems and although I couldn't be prouder of calling Connor my new son-in-law, I realize he'll be the main figure in your life to seek advice from."
He was right on that, her cheeks blushing faintly, and continued with lament, "I never thought there would be a man good enough for you but he has that same look that I have for your mother. He will be your husband in a new life but remember that your father's love is eternal as well. You are my strongest child and one I am proud of . . . but don't forget your old boban."
"Don't be silly, I do need you" she chuckled sadly, tears clouding her vision, since she admired both her parents equally. Still, she had always been a tad closer to him due to his adventurous nature. He understood her need to find meaning in the world and had not disowned her after leaving home in 1774. Her brow furrowed to hold back her tears and she reminded with a quivering voice, "A daughter always needs advice, especially when she'll have a husband to tend to and might not know a few things. One day, you'll have a grandchild to shower with that same love and advice all over again. Our bonds can never be broken, boban, only transformed."
"All right, don't make me sob like a wee babe" he sighed to vent his own inner conflict at bidding goodbye to his eldest daughter. As always, she managed to lift his saddened spirit with fond words just like her mother. She made him proud as a daughter and he would rest easy in knowing her husband would protect her just as well as himself.
"Thank you for being the best father a girl like me could get in this world" she whispered tenderly because he had only given her a stern lecture as his harshest parental punishment. Godfrey and Catherine had earned their own strikes in childhood and it led them to not using such tactics unless absolutely necessary. She was grateful for only earning his encouragement to tackle her dreams, seeing how he had driven Amelia himself to her certification site. He had been a kind and warm father, the best any girl could ask for.
Ratonhnhaké:ton approached the church, a modest air about him with the civilian attire, and he met the gaze of his bride. She hurried to greet her sweetheart and embraced him by the waist, feeling like the luckiest woman alive. Their best attire for that day briefly reminded her of their talk long ago when she dreamed of visiting a theatre house with him. It would never happen with their laidback lifestyles but the reality before her bested that silly girlish dream. They had come a long way from their early years together and she couldn't wait for their married years.
"Look at you" she gushed affectionately, kissing his smooth cheek in welcome, and held him tightly. It had been years since she had felt so feminine against him and hoped she was still recognizable. Well, the red hair never changed. Smiling with happiness, she confessed with relief to their awaited wedding, "I didn't think I'd see this day with you."
"There was never a doubt that I wanted you as my wife, it was simply a matter of when" he stated truthfully since his heart belonged to her before the unexpected leave from Davenport. Despite the heartache endured from that loss, she had returned for him and kept her promise of never leaving home. Although the years following her return had been turbulent for them as he struggled to accept her abrupt leave while she gave him space, they survived it. He wasn't afraid to confess their hiccups on that road and whispered privately, "I haven't been the best man by keeping a secret life and failing to grasp that you still loved me after that horrid summer party. You deserved much better than a hardheaded idealistic boy and still do-"
"Ratonhnhaké:ton-"
"But I treasure you more than anything in this world " he asserted because life was not eternal and he would rather make her happy for the time he had left rather than planning for it. Life was not guaranteed and she had stuck by his side through their best and worst times. It only served to reaffirm that she was his fateful partner in life and he would have no other. Clutching her close, he felt extremely lucky and finished, "I'd rather provide you a life of happiness rather than years of waiting to see it. My life and heart are yours."
"Never lie and leave me behind, that's all I ask" she requested modestly because she was a simple country girl. She did not need much but the basic necessities and her husband by her side. Their humble home was a testament to their outdoor nature and she couldn't wait to open her door for the first time to begin her days there. She was almost inclined to give the home a beautiful name to match the Aquila but her mind drew an unfortunate blank.
Ratonhnhaké:ton held out his hand toward Godfrey, who had been watching the happy couple, and nodded respectfully, "Mr. Burnett."
The elder redhead grasped his hand firmly with a nod of respect to the young man that had rescued his friend so long ago. He never would have imagined the native teen would become the husband of his eldest daughter but approved of their union. They made a formidable team together but his fatherly concern filtered into his firm order, "Take care of my Carrie, I'm giving you one of my precious children."
"Boban's a little teary-eyed that I'm leaving" Caroline chuckled softly with appreciation for her beloved father, leaning over to hug him one last time. Godfrey was not meant to be the sentimental type but watching two of his daughters leave in under five months was disheartening. He had gotten accustomed to their voices, faces, and pitter-patter of feet that the loss would not be an easy adjustment. Caroline was his first baby, his first trial as a new father, and he was very proud of her. She released his arm with a reassuring smile and convinced him, "I'll be around the corner, I could never truly leave you all. You're quite infectious."
Ratonhnhaké:ton agreed with both their sentiments because he would protect her fiercely. He would miss his own trips to the Burnett homestead and smiled at his bride before promising her father, "I'm aware she's your firstborn but I will kill anyone that dares to harm her. I will work my hands raw to make sure she's fed and has a roof over her head every night. I will do my best, Mr. Burnett."
Godfrey trusted him after their first meeting and nodded to sigh under his breath. His work on raising Caroline had ended but there was hope in her wise words for seeking advice. He wouldn't take up more of their time, aware of their eagerness to tie the knot, and replied, "I know you will, son. You have taken care of her since meeting and I'm thankful for that. Don't be strangers to your old home, eh?"
"You two are going to make me cry before the ceremony even starts" she sniffed morosely to the old memories of her first days in Davenport. They felt like a dream now that she was an adult and hoped that one day, her child could experience the same wanderlust in the open forest. Not alone, of course. She had a watchful husband and an even more vigilant father, smiling with gratitude, "I couldn't ask for a better father and husband."
Her father dismissed her quivering tone before it threatened to lure out his own. He had done a good job up until now and quickly darted his head over the two. Locating Catherine past the doors where she chatted with Diana, he excused himself awkwardly, "Let me get the family settled inside."
Caroline smiled gingerly to her father's departure, appreciating her silly but humble nature. He had not been rich or received an education but he tried his best to provide her with a kind home that was never void of love. Food had never been failed to fill her stomach and her skin had been warm with clothing during the coldest of storms because of him. Turning to the man who would now garner her utmost attention, her solemn smile shifted into a cocky grin to purr, "You are one fine looking man."
He could put a smile on her face during the most turbulent storm and snorted when he quickly shushed with embarrassment, "Caroline."
"I'm about to be your wife, I can be a little risqué" she reasoned simply and crossed her arms to show her protest. His coy and sheepish public demeanor tickled her heart on his boyish innocence but she failed with inciting bold remarks. It appeared she would be the playful one in public. Sweeping her gaze from his head down to his feet, she grinned slyly to compliment, "How can I not when I'm seeing such a fine example?"
"You are going to make me red by the time Father Timothy begins" he nagged with a groan to her mischievous flirting and slapped a hand to his forehead. Caroline laughed openly to his joke and fanned her face, wagging her eyebrows with hidden intent. His bride was indeed his opposite when it came to affection, not hesitating to hide their relationship.
"All right, I'll stop for your sake" she agreed to stop her shenanigans and held out her hand. Her groom grasped it with a modest smile and she tugged him to her side, squeezing his hand. With her free hand, she dug into the pocket of her skirt to pull out a coin and informed him, "The last Scottish tradition before heading indoors is the money toss for children."
The coins glinted under the pale sunlight and before he could inquire further, she called out, "Eliza, corral the young un's!"
Her little sister laughed mischievously before raising her right hand to her lips to whistle loudly. Beckoning the children of Davenport forward, she hollered that a coin toss was commencing. Caroline threw coins towards the feet of the young children in the crowd of guests, sending them into happy hysterics. They didn't really have many children with Daniel and Hunter taking the cake but they were still too little to understand money. They were more likely to swallow the shiny coins so it was left to their parents for safekeeping. It didn't stop the others like Anne, Maria, and Samuel from joining in. Alice sighed under her breath because if her sisters married a year or two prior, she could have joined in. Now, she had to stick by her sisters like a proper lady.
"So, I throw the money onto the ground for children to pick up?" he asked uncertainly as she motioned for him to throw the coins she had asked him to bring for the ceremony. He had been confused then just as he was now to hear about it because it reminded him of a diversion tactic. That or feeding chickens. Then again, children would love to have a coin to call their own and save or buy a treat with.
The children exclaimed with joy when he threw a few their way and Catherine chastised Samuel when he swiped a few that snuck into the melting snow. The twelve-year-old sighed in reluctance since he was no longer a little boy and returned to her side. The children scrambled to grab the coins happily with Maria having the best dexterity and Ratonhnhaké:ton added more to make their day as joyful as his was going to be. The couple tried not to laugh when Elizabeth darted in for a quick sweep before running to Alice to split the loot. Her little sister giggled happily at the shiny coins and pocketed them with an innocent smile when their mother shot them a silent glare.
"I hope that adds a little more luck to our union" Caroline smiled happily as she squeezed his arm and they moved to stand in the open doorway of the church. Father Timothy was already inside to greet the guests so everyone could take their spot now that both parties were present.
She smiled widely to watching her friends and family enter the church to witness their marriage. Never in her dreams did she expect this to be her reality, expecting a simple sermon in a logging camp back when she had been a poor girl. Instead, she had an entire town plus sailors and assassins joining her ceremony. Her wedding would be in a church which was a feat considering her groom's background and she had a beautiful dress of her own.
"Take care of our goddaughter" Terry told the groom with a wagging finger fit for any protective father. Caroline chuckled softly since her unofficial uncle had a shorter fuse in comparison to her father. She counted herself lucky in having two men to lean on for advice and protection throughout her life. Now, that torch passed on to her husband, who quickly nodded in agreement.
"Terry! He means take care of each other" Diana warned her husband with a cheeky smile and hugged Caroline with affection. They had seen her grow up from a baby and it was a blessing to see her married off as an adult. Time had been kind to all of them and she jabbed her spouse in the ribs to get him moving into the church.
"No running off" Myriam teased the modest couple and yanked her eager husband by the hand before he decided to hug Ratonhnhaké:ton. She had already seen the reaction the first time and wasn't keen on washing dirty clothes that soon. Myriam wore a feminine blue top but a cozy fur jacket kept her warm outdoors and snug wool-lined trousers to traverse the snow. Norris beamed happily despite the winter chill and had donned the same outfit from his wedding to be presentable to his best friends.
"I'll chase him down myself" Caroline warned playfully before hugging the two with gratitude for their presence. Myriam appreciated their help for her wedding and had hunted most of the food for the feast to repay the favor. Norris had found Caroline silver ore for Big Dave to craft a wedding ring for her groom. Together, the two couples lent each other a helping hand. Clapping her hands together, her blue eyes widened excitedly and she told her partner, "Oh my, that would be the perfect excuse to have a whip!"
"I've advised Aveline not to do that" he replied swiftly to get any impulsive ideas out of her head because she was the level-headed one. The redhead pouted with disillusion to losing out on the whip yet again. He informed her with better news to their friend's generosity, "She did send us a wedding gift since she couldn't make it."
"Understandable, missions come first" she sighed softly because it would've been nice to have seen Aveline. Their friend, however, had sent a letter for the couple which Ratonhnhaké:ton had read aloud but omitted the present part. He figured she would enjoy the gift when it arrived, which were canned goods from her hometown. When he saw the jar of molasses, he knew his bride would be over the moon at its discovery.
Their old Bostonian Assassin friends had all been invited after becoming an unofficial family last year. Although the New York branch was under development, Caroline had extended an invite as another olive branch. Jamie had his clinic while Jacob had a family to look over, so the single and adventurous Dobby had accepted the invite. She had hitched a ride on a boat to Boston to meet up with the others so they could all fit in a single wagon. The group had brought a clean set of clothes for the wedding which found all the assassins feeling out of their element for their spotless looks.
As for the seabound Aquila crew, Robert had haggled with his officers to bathe to avoid clearing out the entire church before service. David and Richard had reluctantly listened to avoid disappointing their boss and navigator. Father Timothy was surprised at the varying crowd that the couple had drawn since it filled all the pews. The assassins and sailors were quick to fall into a conversation to avoid the awkward silences that settled into social events.
"Good luck, my friends!" Stephane congratulated the two, leaning over to shake their hands firmly. Caroline laughed giddily with her joking partner in the guild while her groom hoped they wouldn't decide to pull pranks. He had been kind in bringing extra food for their party from his own restaurant and Caroline wished she had been faster to sneak a bite. Her mother, however, had pulled her straight to church to avoid being late to the wedding. Snapping his fingers, he declared with pride, "I baked a wedding cake, just for you."
"A wedding cake?" she gasped with delight to hear such a rare dessert. Couples of their humble origins didn't have cakes, simply handmade pies to share with guests. A cake required layers and precise measurements while pies were made easily with fresh or preserved fruit, salt, sugar, and flour. She had never felt so fancy until hearing that! Clasping her hands over her chest, she smiled brightly with gratitude, "That's a new one. Thank you!"
"It's been the latest trend in France" he informed craftily with a wag of his eyebrows since he kept up to date on the cuisine overseas. He ran a pub for people of all backgrounds, but he would provide them with delicious food with none of the silly overpriced frills. His affordable prices, portion size, and flavor kept the business going strong for years now. He would, however, not hesitate to fling a chamber pot at any nosy Loyalist or Templar.
Duncan smiled at the married couple, given their license, and nodded with admiration to their impeccable appearance, "You two cleaned up well, you're almost unrecognizable."
"Don't be silly" Caroline joked with blushing cheeks because she preferred the loose male attire. She felt more natural wearing trousers and a coat over her tunic rather than a full skirt and tight bodice. She couldn't run effectively in such a heavy skirt!
"You cut it close just before the year's ending" he chided the couple since they had been keen on stretching out their engagement. He was surprised to hear that two weddings had taken place before theirs with shorter engagement times. It appeared that his boss and his new wife preferred the old and steady route of turtles.
"Thank you for being able to make it with our new date" Ratonhnhaké:ton spoke sincerely because sending out the message in time had been their best bet. They had shuffled the letters in with Norris on his trip into town and he had dropped it off at Stephane's tavern. Caroline was happy that they all made it safely into town and she could see them without bullets flying past their heads.
Clipper was bright as ever as he piped up behind the two men, "How can we say no? This place is great!"
"Despite being the new addition, I appreciate the inclusion" Dobby admitted sheepishly as the open expanse of the town took her aback. New York city was beginning to lose the rural outskirts with the inbound ships from across the sea itching to get a spot in the New World territory. The mysterious and isolated forest was a secret waiting to be discovered. Being on her own much of her life, she chuckled awkwardly, "I'm not used to being part of groups after growing up on my own."
"We're a family, nobody gets left behind" Caroline smiled kindly to instill that trusting camaraderie to earn loyalty from her subordinates. It was how she taught the recruits on the Aquila after being taught by her father and Ratonhnhaké:ton.
Robert clapped the young man on the back, surprising the quiet man, and he exclaimed joyfully, "Proud of ye, my boy!"
It had been a fantastic debate and road to determining whether the two would eventually court or not. Ratonhnhaké:ton had disagreed numerous times but there he stood, ready to take his vows. He was proud of the young man's accomplishments and the sentiment was echoed with hearty laughs from the gunnery officers. Caroline smiled slyly at her favorite sharpshooters and teased, "Please, yer just ready for the ales I handpicked for ye!"
Ratonhnhaké:ton didn't fail to notice that her accent thickened around the two when they were ready to roughhouse. With her family in close quarters, he wouldn't allow her to get scolded on her wedding day. Before she started thumping her chest to match their colleagues, he cleared his throat and diverted her attention by suggesting, "Let's tell Father Timothy we're ready."
"Spoilsport" David complained with an amused grin since Caroline was practically one of the guys. She was dominant in personality but spoke intelligently with a respectful air that clinched her an unofficial sisterly title. If anyone messed with the redhead, he or Richard would beat them up and stuff them in the nearest barrel.
Caroline chuckled sadly when her siblings latched on one last time before entering the church. Ratonhnhaké:ton did not escape unscathed when Samuel grasped his arm to welcome him to the family. The redhead had been patiently waiting for this day and like a respectable young man, nodded to his friend and told him, "Don't let Carrie get into too much trouble at home."
"Take care of each other" Amelia advised the two with a somber tone to losing her closest sister. They had only been separated once in their life but this time, she had their family beside her to cope. Caroline was always at her back to protect her and that shield of safety was leaving her. She would miss their morning walks to the schoolhouse and sneaking into the main room at night to snuggle beside her and Elizabeth on their hay-filled mattress during the summer. They had shared a happy life as siblings and she whispered quietly, "My sister took very good care of us so please, keep her safe."
Caroline sighed heavily to the yanking on her heartstrings that day and she squeezed her tightly to plead, "Don't make me cry again. We'll be just fine."
"Thank you for being the best sister" Elizabeth sighed glumly to losing her best supporter in the household. Now, it would be down to just her and Samuel. Surprisingly enough, her littlest sister was slowly coming out of her shy shell now that she reached adolescence. Still, it wouldn't replace her eldest confidante and she admitted with lament, "I'm going to miss sleeping next to you."
"You already moved into my room" Alice pointed out with a small pout to sharing her room with Elizabeth after having it to herself after Martha's leave. She wouldn't complain about the company, being used to sleeping beside one of her siblings for as long as she could remember. Being closer in age to Elizabeth, the two got along easily despite their different temperaments. Time and aging had slowly mellowed everyone out. Grasping Caroline's left hand, she pleaded one last time, "Can't you both stay with us tonight?"
"Shoo, little doves" Martha shushed quickly and tried not to laugh at the possibility. The first night of marriage was solely for a husband and his bride in their new home, not with the in-laws. That is, unless, they were all living under the same house which would make nightly rendezvous of love tricky. Prying all of them off the redhead, minus Amelia who let go, she reminded them firmly, "It's Carrie's wedding day and we are happy for her."
Samuel crossed his arms to being the one left out of everything. He couldn't pick wedding coins or join the workforce and his sisters were marrying off! What was he supposed to do? He missed the days when they would all huddle together for stories at night and he and Caroline would walk the trails to explore their new home. It was already strange not to hear Martha in the house and now, his oldest sister would join the disappearing act. Trying not to let the melancholic mood strike him, he snapped, "When did you all get to grow up and leave us behind?"
Caroline hugged her youngest sibling tightly, taking notice that she no longer needed to lean down. He had always respected her and been stuck to her skirt, much like Elizabeth. She and Ratonhnhaké:ton had a plan for him but time and maturity had to take its toll on the twelve-year-old. Patrick was helping wonderfully with that as another brotherly figure. Pointing left of the manor overlooking the town, she assured him gently, "I'll be down the road, Sam, and Martha's right across. I'm not leaving any of you behind."
"I'll bake you some muffins this weekend?" Martha offered their brother with a kind smile to cheer him somewhat. Food was a wonderful mood lifter for the ravenous teenager and Walter enjoyed his company. Then again, Samuel was keen on the free candy from the store.
His blue eyes brightened instantly and he snapped his fingers to agree, "Yes!"
He groaned when Patrick flicked his left ear and the lumberjack reminded the cluster of siblings, "Father Timothy said we can start now."
Ratonhnhaké:ton smiled at his new family and motioned for them to follow since he needed to be inside to begin the ceremony. He would have rather walked with his bride but he respected the colonial tradition. Caroline smiled to herself when Elizabeth and Samuel latched onto either of his arms and he failed to flinch at the breach in personal space. Her groom was finally home.
"Best of luck, cousin" he congratulated with a kind smile since their days as bickering children in Scotland gave way to hardworking adults. She had shown him the ropes after Godfrey hired him at the mill and he felt more like a brother than a cousin to his relatives. They were great folk and he couldn't imagine a better place to set down his own roots.
"Thank you" she chuckled warmly and pointed at him with a cheeky smile to tease, "Who knows? You might be the next Burnett to wed. We're building your homestead this spring."
The ceremony for the couple was short and Father Timothy approached the final portion of the multicultural prayers. Caroline's heart hadn't stopped thudding heavily against her chest while Ratonhnhaké:ton's felt like a drum in his ears. Soon, they would be able to treat each other as the married couple they were and not a courting one. Father Timothy motioned with his left hand toward the Burnetts, who filled the front pews, and spoke, "In tradition to Miss Caroline's roots, her parents asked for this prayer to bless the marriage."
"Lord help us to remember when
We first met and the strong
love that grew between us.
To work that love into
practical things so that nothing
can divide us.
We ask for words both kind
and loving and hearts always
ready to ask forgiveness
as well as to forgive.
Dear Lord, we put our
marriage into your hands."
Caroline blinked rapidly to push back the blurry tears to the touching verse. Catherine never told her children which ones she chose in order to make them uniquely meaningful. With two down, she would have to prepare four more in due time. Just as Caroline regained control of her defiant eyes, he informed her directly, "Connor has prepared a few questions that are part of his tribe's wedding ceremony for you."
Ratonhnhaké:ton placed a hand on her back at seeing her blurry eyes and she cleared her throat to grin weakly, "Wedding test, huh? Quiz me, Father."
The older man chuckled softly to her attempt to regain self-control of the emotional ceremony and he asked gently, "Are you prepared to be Connor's wife and choosing only him for the rest of your life?"
"From the moment he saved me from that burglar on our homestead" she answered truthfully from the moment he shifted from a dashing neighbor to one that fluttered her heart.
Turning to the groom, he reflected the same question on her behalf, "Are you prepared to be Caroline's husband for the rest of your life?"
Caroline's left eyebrow quirked with curiosity and he tried to keep a straight face when replying, "Yes, I will defend and provide for her just as her family did before me."
"Will you prepare food for your husband and children?" Father Timothy asked the bride with a kind smile.
"Three times a day for 365 days of the year" she replied confidently to keeping their bellies full and nodded firmly, "I'll hunt for my bairns myself if I have to."
Ratonhnhaké:ton allowed a smile to crack on his lips to her determination to keep their nonexistent children fed. The idea wasn't so farfetched now and his heart warmed when he was asked the question, "Will you provide and protect your wife and children?
"Every day" he promised earnestly, meeting her happy gaze, and her fingers intertwined with his.
"Will you care for your husband if he becomes ill?" Father Timothy asked gently to finish the last round of questions for the bride.
"Without question" she answered frankly because she would likely coddle him into fussing and flicked her thumb back towards the pews, "I mean, after Dr. White medically clears him for me."
Hushed snickers echoed through the church since Ratonhnhaké:ton was more likely to run off and tend to his own wounds. She still remembered watching him reset a dislocated shoulder against a tree to avoid seeking medical care. Thankfully, it had healed well but her wolf could be stubborn. A grin crossed her lips when she heard the same question aimed at him, "Will you care for your wife if she becomes ill?"
He knew she would fuss tooth and nail for aid, much like himself, and agreed, "I will tend to my wounded eagle."
The last question surprised her when Father Timothy asked, "Do both of you accept the responsibility of caring for your village?"
"We're all family in this community so in its own way, your cultural values of solidarity have leaked into all our lives" she spoke honestly to how he had never judged anyone and included everyone in improving the town. Davenport had become his village after leaving Kanatahséton and slowly, he had created his own unofficial family. He had impressed her with his kind humble nature and it was echoed in every resident that braved the cold that day to see them marry. Squeezing his hand, she clutched it against her heart and smiled proudly, "You've built my home, not simply our cabin, but this land from day one into what it is and I'd never turn away one of our own- young or old. We share a bond that's unlike any other and we stick together."
He had helped others out of sympathy for their toils since he struggled similarly. It would not change his morality when he was betrayed or manipulated but he learned to detect it more easily as he grew older. The people he had seen the best hope in were still by his side and he had helped them with simple chores to protecting them from harm. They had returned that same loyalty and he vowed before the question could be returned, "Yes, we will care for them."
The wedding guests couldn't help but gush at the words since the majority of the town had seen them grow up and protect the town. Lance still remembered seeing the young teen walk around in simple deerskin while the redhead tried to imitate the city dwellers before trading it for a hunting knife. He had been the second to arrive after the Burnett and Galloway families, grateful for kind neighbors. Prudence and Warren still remembered the little Burnett girls that helped them plant crops for fun and corral their new hens. Now, they were grown and the couple would begin to show Hunter how to plant his first seedling.
Father Timothy cleared his throat to settle the happy guests, silently agreeing to their quaint town, and finished the verse, "Marriage is a partnership and no one has the authority over the other. You do not dominate your husband nor does he dominate you."
Caroline smiled widely to hearing those words and squeezed her husband's hand in gratitude. Forget the promise to obey quote in the church vows! Only her independent forest-running partner would grant her that. Father Timothy motioned to Ratonhnhaké:ton's coat pocket and informed the couple, "You may exchange your rings."
She had given him her engagement ring for safekeeping the night before. It had been the first time she had removed her beloved ring but her groom promised to return it. In return, Caroline held onto his silver ring and she had gleefully tried it over each of her fingers to compare their ring sizes. Who knew such a simple piece of jewelry could be so precious? She smiled with pride to her engagement ring, which would now be her wedding ring, and felt the same happiness from that night on the Aquila when he slipped the ring on her finger. Withdrawing his ring from her skirt pocket, she grasped the same hand that granted her ring to slide his own wedding band over it.
Her blue eyes met his gaze with joy at signifying their marriage. Ratonhnhaké:ton echoed the same sentiment and would treasure the ring for the rest of his life. Only two women had ever gifted him jewelry and they were the most important ones to impact who he was. He truly hoped his mother was not disappointed in him for choosing a colonist but he loved Caroline. He would never let her go and could proudly say the same about her. They had truly managed to create a unique ceremony for themselves to respect both cultures and she smiled widely when she heard Father Timothy say, "I pronounce you, Caroline and Connor Burnett as a lawfully married man and wife. You may kiss your bride."
She blushed faintly for the public display of affection and closed her eyes with glee when he kissed her right cheek. Her heart hammered happily when the crowd exploded with applause and she pulled her new husband into a tight embrace. He was hers forever and she would take care of him as best she could. Ratonhnhaké:ton chuckled softly, delighted by the outpour of emotion, and informed everyone, "There is a wedding prayer given to couples after the ceremony and Elizabeth is kind enough to read it."
There was more? Had he hidden it to unveil it as a pleasant surprise? Caroline smiled widely to the last touch of their blended ceremony and gazed at her little sister as she stood up. The smaller redhead stood at the end of the aisle, clearing her throat awkwardly to having all eyes on her. When had it been different to speak in a church in comparison to the outdoors? Brushing that thought aside, she began the speech with a confident voice,
"For you are Man and Wife,
Now you will feel no rain,
For each of you will be shelter to the other
Now you will feel no storms,
For each of you will shield the other
Now you will feel no cold,
For each of you will be warmth to the other
Now you will feel no hunger,
For each of you will provide for the other
Now you will feel no loneliness,
For each of you will be a constant companion to the other
Now you are two bodies,
But there is only one life ahead of you
Go now to your home,
And enter your days of togetherness.
May the Creator,
Bless you and guide you,
For the rest of your natural life and beyond."
The last wall holding the beaver dam of tears cracked and Caroline burst into tears. Ratonhnhaké:ton pulled out his own handkerchief this time after keeping one for her. She grabbed it gratefully to wipe her eyes, hoping she wouldn't resemble a cherry from all her sniffling. How had Martha kept her composure so well? She was meant to be the strong one but here she was, blubbering like a babe. Ratonhnhaké:ton wrapped his arm around her shoulder to lead her towards her awaiting family and Catherine hugged her opposite side.
"Let's continue this celebration at the inn!" Walter beckoned the room full of people to move the party to the inn, which would be warmer from the lanterns, food, and drink. He and Martha volunteered to corral everyone to the Mile's End and with the bride trying to keep a stiff upper lip, they would give her time to compose herself.
"To Mr. and Mrs. Burnett!" Norris called out to try out the new name for his friends. Ratonhnhaké:ton smiled modestly to finally having her name as his own. Caroline smiled happily to keeping her maiden name, hugging her husband once more for the rare opportunity.
Catherine patted her husband's shoulder to chuckle warmly to their new official addition, "You gained another son."
"With the Burnett name, will you look at that?" Godfrey smiled proudly to hearing it aloud for the first time and assumed the couple had been jesting about keeping the Burnett name. Caroline had not been born as his son but she had brought him the equivalent in passing on the name. He couldn't blame his new son-in-law for departing from his paternal roots and respected him for keeping to his mother's traditions. He wished nothing but the best for the couple and whispered with fatherly doting, "I'm proud of 'em."
"We didn't do too bad as parents" Catherine smiled serenely to the trials they had faced as young parents but managed to raise their wonderful family. Their daughter would undoubtedly carry the same tenacity after growing up alongside her new husband. Each generation was expected to thrive better and the Burnett couple saw their hardships to venture to a new world had not been in vain.
A/N: They're married, my little fourteen-year-olds from the first chapter finally tied the knot as adults. Nobody ran away but the sobbing bride turned out to be Caroline. The chapter came out way too long so we will continue the festivities into the next chapter. I thought I could squeeze it into one but it's not happening, haha. It figures with our main couple of the story. Now, the two have left their homes for theirs which makes it bittersweet after fifty-some chapters. The next chapter will close out the year 1777 before heading straight into 1778 with the missing supplies mission.
Thank you to my readers and reviewers!
iHateFridays: Thank you for enjoying the chapter!
Chriswill02: Thank you! The wedding finally happened for the two so they'll be sharing their cozy new home from now on instead of walking between the manor and the lumberjack homesteads.
danelleprae: I had the same questions as yourself when looking at the Victorian era because that's when they skyrocketed in volume. This was their fashion highlight of that time, haha. That and the birdcage style skirt kept the heavy layers away from their legs which allowed women to move more freely. . . but then I can't help but think as to why they simply didn't remove the excess layers. The colonial American hoop skirts were tamer to simply expand the fluffy skirt and didn't require the rigorous layering of the next century. My question about wearing such heavy attire, especially during summer, was how to remove that cumbersome clothing and how in the world you would go to the bathroom. I remember reading a book about Yellowstone National Park and because it's known for its geysers and geothermic pools, reading that women of that time fell into them from being overly curious and the burns that resulted because they couldn't escape the pools from the heavy attire weighing them down. . . yikes.
East Coast Captain: The eldest sibling tends to have that mini-parent cap to corral the younger ones, especially with parents being busy running the household. Kids back then were expected to grow up faster than the children of our time, especially if families owned farms or lived in poverty. The wedding chapter ran longer than intended so Haytham's entrance will be pushed one chapter behind but he's almost here. We only get a few missions with Haytham but they're honestly the ones I remember most due to the father-son/Templar-Assassin antagonisms. I can't wait to have him on the Aquila since he'll clash humorously with everyone, particularly Robert and Connor.
taylor115: Haha, I never even thought of that when creating the title. Myriam's wedding had me laughing with her bolting while Norris was a nervous mess. I mean, I would be too if my bride randomly disappeared. The little teens from chapter one have finally tied the knot to create their own home and they'll be off on their next adventure to Valley Forge soon.
Faron Oakenshield: You're not the only one after reading the reviews! Caroline's already run off once but this time, she was the happy but misty-eyed bride. I'm always surprised at how clean Myriam's dress looked in the game after running through the forest, haha.
Next Chapter Excerpt:
Once everyone was safely inside the inn, the doors were shut to avoid the cold wind from drifting inside. Corrine lit the lanterns throughout the inn to bring light inside and soon, everyone found a seat within the circle of tables. The food had been kept warm under cloth napkins inside crates and the burnt-out oven, to which the women gathered together to set it out onto the banquet tables. The men helped in grabbing the heavier items of food such as the pots of fish chowder and chicken soup. This was the largest wedding to be hosted in Davenport so Caroline had helped the women cut, dice, mince, stuff, and do everything possible with a vegetable to make the feast delicious.
The bride clapped her hands as she stood in front of the tables and smiled happily at her guests, "Enjoy all the food, we're here till the last guest leaves or Mr. Miller kicks us out."
Ollie laughed to the idea of kicking out the wedded couple just as Martha set down tin plates to let everyone serve themselves. Flicking one of the speckled feathers in her sister's hair, she reminded, "The wedded couple can't be out too late."
"Aw, but it's my wedding day" she pouted comically for pity because she wanted to enjoy the memories of her wedding reception. Martha tried not to laugh as her eldest sister became the innocent one as she pointed out for clarification, "Why can't - oh."
Ratonhnhaké:ton noticed his bride's cheeks matched the color of the cherry pies on the table and asked worriedly, "Why are you turning red?"
She whispered in his ear about the nightly duties of a newly married couple and he turned red with embarrassment for the first time. Now, both of their freckled faces resembled tomatoes because they hadn't even thought about that yet. He was still coming to terms that he was married, consummating his marriage was not the priority. Baffled as to why that was their sudden curiosity, he questioned, "Is that what all of you are thinking?"
Their group of friends glanced away, turned red, or burst into laughter in the case of the sailors. He was almost inclined to wag his finger in shame at them like Caroline usually did when they were pushing the joking line. Her unmarried siblings were lost to the insinuation and like a good brother-in-law, he reached for the nearest table to grasp a platter of meat and vegetable skewers that Walter whipped up with Stephane's help. The two chefs burst into laughter when a flurry of hands picked the platter clean and everyone enjoyed the snack.
"I have the best brothers" Samuel piped up proudly because one loved to cook and the other brought him trinkets from adventuring. He had often felt melancholy and alone as a child with only sisters at his side but now, he had Walter and Ratonhnhaké:ton. Even Patrick was his brother despite being cousins!
"I must finely dine and provide non-alcoholic beverages to woo my husband into play mode" Caroline whispered slyly as she slid beside him and his eyes dulled to her mischievous smile. Was she trying to fluster him less than an hour after marriage? She revealed a plate full of sizzling food for him, waving her free hand over it to fill his nose with the delectable scent, and grinned, "May I interest you in a shepherd's pie? Duncan has amazing baking skills!"
"Not that I bake or anything" the redhead blurted sheepishly because it was a spur of the moment treat. He had seen the extra ingredients in Stephane's restaurant and snuck the dish into the oven while his friend cooked the rest of his food. The couple had become close friends after meeting and more than anything, they were family. He had not had that in his life for a long time and he was grateful for it. Clearing his throat, he tried to make light of it, "Just an old recipe."
Ratonhnhaké:ton didn't hesitate to dig into the delicious food and he noticed the flushed faces, leading him to ask, "Why is everyone turning red?"
"I'm going to get a drink" Duncan excused himself to avoid the spotlight and questions on his baking skills. All the assassins but Clipper chased behind him to join in the drinking. No wedding was without a decent drink and they were quietly sitting at the farthest corner of the inn. Ollie had placed them there to make the guests walk to work for the drinks and avoid a large mass flocking the area.
Caroline and Ratonhnhaké:ton exchanged a concerned gaze to the first drinkers. When Ollie informed them that no more than three would be allowed per person, she heard David call out with alarm, "There's a drink limit?!"
"Have you gone mad?" Richard exclaimed to the rarity that the redhead would put a cap on their drinking. She usually kept pace with them until the captain reminded her that she would be working in the crow's nest. Wondering if the redhead had lost her mind after the deep scrub bath or had been switched out for a copy, he questioned suspiciously, "Where's the real Burnett?"
"I'm not about to have drunken brawls on my wedding day" she shot back hastily as she moved across the inn to simmer the complaints. Despite her feminine appearance, she wouldn't hesitate to take off a shoe and beat someone with the heel.
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