The weeping Lady

After a night of banter with friends and foes alike, the Lady returned home, haunted by the specter that is love and loss. "You said you'd never leave me! Is this what you wanted? You foolish man. You swore on the heavens, the moon, the stars, your blighted ancestors! Promises made, but not kept. You left me a son and I can thank you for that gift. We weren't saints, but neither were we sinners. We were two fools in love that thought the world would be kinder to us. Happy anniversary son of the South. They say the grass is greener on the other side, rest now in your eternal slumber, beautiful Lord. If you are looking down upon me, know that I still love you, as I have loved many. Though none quite like you."

She could have sworn that once those words were said that she felt a caress on her cheek. Perhaps she was going mad in her grief, or perhaps it was a sign that her Lord was still watching over her.  Thankfully her little one was a deep sleeper, no boy should see his Mother so distraught.  She had to remain strong for his sake.