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Hatherton, 13th of January 1712
Jul. 16th, 2017 09:03 amWhy couldn’t Edward be happy with her? Caroline had asked. But Edward was happy with her. Why couldn’t Edward be happy with his life? she’d asked. No, Edward wasn’t happy with his life.
He tried. He begged and pleaded with her. Pointed out that he was still her husband, that he was doing this for her. But his pleas fell on deaf ears.
She was worried about Edward being hurt. Edward replied that he would be careful; that he would return with coin or send for her. He told her he needed her faith, but it helped him none.
( It was the day Edward was due to leave... )
“Poison. That’s what you are,” Father said through clenched teeth, “poison. The ruin of our lives.”
“Father . . .”
“Get out of here,” he spat. “Get out of here. I never want to see you again.”
Mother stirred as though she was about to protest, and rather than face more upset — rather than be the cause of more upset — Edward mounted his horse and left.
[[ i finally remembered to do this. taken from the Assassin's Creed IV: Black Flag novelization ]]
He tried. He begged and pleaded with her. Pointed out that he was still her husband, that he was doing this for her. But his pleas fell on deaf ears.
She was worried about Edward being hurt. Edward replied that he would be careful; that he would return with coin or send for her. He told her he needed her faith, but it helped him none.
( It was the day Edward was due to leave... )
“Poison. That’s what you are,” Father said through clenched teeth, “poison. The ruin of our lives.”
“Father . . .”
“Get out of here,” he spat. “Get out of here. I never want to see you again.”
Mother stirred as though she was about to protest, and rather than face more upset — rather than be the cause of more upset — Edward mounted his horse and left.
[[ i finally remembered to do this. taken from the Assassin's Creed IV: Black Flag novelization ]]
