I never believed I would have a son. When My Verin told me of such, I had never been happier. We came dangerously close to losing our son while my beauty was pregnant with him. I had never seen Verin so distraught. Five years to the date of my son's birth, we did lose him. To a psychotic wife who wished me hers, and yet my heart belonged to my beauty. Such things should never occure within one's existance, though you must believe and love and cherish the time you have with others for you never know how long you may have until they are gone from you for all time.
I spoke to her of her crimes, and once she had been banished I sought her out and killed her, hence why I am here now. I miss my son, and my beauty, though I must ride this out, and hope against hope I will see them again.
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