Post by Piero Montefiore on Aug 16, 2016 21:39:05 GMT -5
It had been some time since Piero and Breena had been stranded overnight in the woods. Oh, there had been a minor hue and cry for them, things had been resolved fairly simply. But they still had become lovers, and they had spent as much time together as decency allowed since their return. But something had happened, while they were out there. Something neither of them had seen coming, despite both having at least the academic knowledge of the possibility.
Breena's womb had quickened.
At first, Piero had not known, not really. And he ought to have noticed when she was indisposed in the mornings, at how easily she tired of late. But it had only hit him when she had come to him, and actually told him, that there could be absolutely no doubt on the matter: that she was pregnant. And then, they had to find out what to do, and there was where things had not moved as quickly as they probably should have. And now that three months had passed and the slender Deschenes was starting to show, there was no choice: they would have to confess.
And therefore, Piero had arranged for a meeting between Breena, himself, Elena and his ducal cousin.
As he escorted the recently arrived Breena to the solar where he would meet his cousin and his bride, thoughts were running through his mind at the kind of speeds he never thought possible. He was a priest, he was not supposed to go gallivanting with women he was not wed to, yet he had. Nor was he supposed to father a child before his own marriage, but he had. He was supposed to be an example to follow, yet he had proven himself to be as fallible as any other man out there. But he knew one thing: he had responsibilities, albeit competing ones to deal with. On one hand his ecclesiastical duties, on another he had his obligations to his family, and from a third direction he needed to do right by Breena and his unborn child...
For a moment, he paused before the door, and then he entered, with Breena at his arm. Once the door shut behind him, the priest spoke, his usually clear voice wavering for emotion and uncertainty. "Niccolo, Elena, I would have you meet the lady Breena Deschenes." A deep breath entered his lungs and was then let out. "And I must make a confession to you: she is carrying my child."
Breena Montefiore Elena Sandoval Niccolo Montefiore
Breena's womb had quickened.
At first, Piero had not known, not really. And he ought to have noticed when she was indisposed in the mornings, at how easily she tired of late. But it had only hit him when she had come to him, and actually told him, that there could be absolutely no doubt on the matter: that she was pregnant. And then, they had to find out what to do, and there was where things had not moved as quickly as they probably should have. And now that three months had passed and the slender Deschenes was starting to show, there was no choice: they would have to confess.
And therefore, Piero had arranged for a meeting between Breena, himself, Elena and his ducal cousin.
As he escorted the recently arrived Breena to the solar where he would meet his cousin and his bride, thoughts were running through his mind at the kind of speeds he never thought possible. He was a priest, he was not supposed to go gallivanting with women he was not wed to, yet he had. Nor was he supposed to father a child before his own marriage, but he had. He was supposed to be an example to follow, yet he had proven himself to be as fallible as any other man out there. But he knew one thing: he had responsibilities, albeit competing ones to deal with. On one hand his ecclesiastical duties, on another he had his obligations to his family, and from a third direction he needed to do right by Breena and his unborn child...
For a moment, he paused before the door, and then he entered, with Breena at his arm. Once the door shut behind him, the priest spoke, his usually clear voice wavering for emotion and uncertainty. "Niccolo, Elena, I would have you meet the lady Breena Deschenes." A deep breath entered his lungs and was then let out. "And I must make a confession to you: she is carrying my child."
Breena Montefiore Elena Sandoval Niccolo Montefiore