Be Gentle with Me

He did wonder what became of that stable boy, but Rene couldn’t deny that becoming a mother had changed Mica for the betterment. She was still the fussy, headstrong young Campana that he recalled, but her kind, nurturing hand had grown and excelled.

[color=#44b8ff]“Yes, well. We’ll see how the wedding goes,” [/color]was all he had to offer, his thoughts turning to Ettie and the pain of the marriage she was entangled in. He’d scoff at her comment about her own story, [color=#44b8ff]“Fleeting passions often leave lingering marks. The passionate, headstrong child has blossomed from it, and I bet your mother never saw that coming.”[/color]

His stomach growled and he’d lament. Of course she would not abandon him, but in the back of his mind he was grateful for her care. Had it been Lucian, Rene would not have been as forthcoming and willing to leave his chair, but for Mica, or Ophelia, certainly. The fairer sex wouldn’t be denied a reasonable request. Expelling a heavily exaggerated sigh, Rene pulled himself up to his feet, hands grasping the chairs arms to provide the leverage needed on getting him upright.

[color=#44b8ff]“Very well, but it is Thursday, remember. Avoid the paella at all costs.”[/color] Offering her his arm, the two would make their way out of his office and towards the eating hall.