It's safe to say, on their wedding day, that Walter has found a secure partner in Charlotte, in no small part because of the misadventures that led to now. To his befuzzled surprise for sure, it marks the first time Charlotte's comfortably worn a dress - Morgan Taylor's handiwork is unbelievable. Xe's also to thank for its suit, matching in its adornment of the patterns of lilies and lotuses - purity, and rebirth. Among the rustic leaves of autumn days, the two dance and feast the night away, alongside their families. Colonel Charles alongside their date, Lady Anne, his once-estranged sister, the once-absent Earl Montague and his wife…so many faces among the Ton, familiar and not! To be lonely no more…
Sure, this may have been rushed on both ends, from both families, but it ended…surprisingly well, for what it's worth. Today marks a reset - a clean slate, a new start to something more stable. Not painting over their cracks, but adorning them anew. And as their lips meet, as their titles of spouses are sealed, the clock advances ahead.
The cockerel of their hearts crows - a new day has begun.
The coming years are full of adventure, teaching one another back and forth of many tricks and trades. The variety of dances its feet tread and whirl about is a delight, but it never thought it'd learn to SWORDFIGHT - and find it even more exciting!! The sea is vast, vaster than he could imagine, full of opportunity. No wonder some choose to make her their home. Nor did he foresee granting them with the gift of music, too - surprising Charlotte with an engraved violin, one memorable day. …its first attempt at composition, an emotive sonata - for violin accompanied by cello, of course - is dedicated to its new wife, and the Montague family. And thus it is sealed, in print - he has made some mark on the musical world, of his own - of theirs.
This, THIS is closure - in past, he'd call it the upper hand, but it's ultimately breaking off. Starting a new path.
And speaking of new things… Five years later, a chilly spring morning…alongside a teacup from Lady Amelia's business, a cutting question almost has him sputter it all across the floor.
A child? A baby?
And as they shuffle closer, a hand on its shoulder…
“I am open to…um…I am much more open to it than I was, let's say. Now…”
And upon pulling them in for a kiss, scented with chamomile, he too is pulled back.
– Written by Poe H.