Westminster 1822

Epilogue, Letters To Westminster

Westminster Castle the castle in the countryside that shared her name. The abbey to the marquess. How could she have become a prison and fallen on the head of her priest? She would forever be his abode.

The place he dared to create his own happiness, a place he tried again to make his own happiness. The place where the hallways that carried the cries of his infants that died. The rooms that kept his secrets to themselves, the grounds that held his memories and smiles. The castle was a picture of his prefect peace. Still many memories it reminded him of the daughter who loved him the most. His Emily.

‘He’s another letter darling.’ Agrona handed him a white envelope this time it had a return address.

‘Thank you, my love.’ He beamed with life in his eyes.

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