*Senya*
It is as though everything has come crashing down. The years of longing for passion, discovering it is more profound and exquisite than anything I have ever imagined. The sorrow over losing my husband, in spite of what he has not given me, he had gifted me with other things. The burden of seeing that my sisters are well mated when I do not have the means to assure it without the pack behind me. The weight of striving to ensure that mybrother’s title and estate does not fall over the precipice into total ruin. My own disappointment of not having a baby to cradle in my arms. The fear that the fault resting with me and not Serdal, that all this is an exercise in futility.
And my deception, my horrid deception, that if this man gets me with child, I will never tell him that he had a
