Reconciliation

It had been a fresh start for Dagramir. The young man had ditched his old black leather armour, for a more fitting grey attire, and had, most importantly, buried his mask in the middle of Chetwood. He knew that if he were to begin righting the wrongs in his life, the first step to self-redemption was the physical change. And once that was over.. Then came the hard part. Tailia.

She was still his wife, no amount of hatred could change that, and he still loved her. He knew deep down in whatever heart he had left, that he could no longer be the 'foolish child' he was so used to being, he could no longer sleep around Bree, taking each day as it comes.. And that's exactly what he told her. And by his sheer luck, their shaky marriage would survive to see another day, the pair soon returning to their usual flirtatious selves, with Dagramir finally taking this opportunity to be the father his own had deprived of him.