Through many dangers, toils and snares
We have already come
T'was grace that brought us safe thus far
And grace will lead us home
And grace will lead us home
Amazing grace, How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost but now am found
T'was blind but now I see
-Amazing Grace, John Newton
Two weeks passed by with all of the richness and fluidity of molasses. The air was so perpetually thick with the weightless bliss of dreaming one could almost suffocate in the perfume.
"What a world we live in." Grace exhaled, her head resting comfortably on the soft and sure fabric covering Tarleton's shoulder. The sun was already getting stronger and produced a premature summer lethargy among all those who passed beneath it.
Tarleton rested his arm casually around her and smiled.
"I can no longer set a definition to anything anymore, it seems. The only that I can say is finite is God, everything else is up to interpretation."
Tarleton began to softly stroke Grace's chestnut hair as he proceeded to muse,
"Life was never meant to be a straight line, my dear Grace. We all start life off believing it is, but in reality, it turns out being more like a bunch of squiggles and rough edges."
"I think that's fantastic." She breathed happily, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. He kissed her brightly and unreservedly.
"What time are your aunt and uncle expected to arrive?" His thoughts spilled out comfortably the moment their lips parted.
"Sometime around four o'clock from what I got by their last letter." She yawned, comfortably settling herself more heavily into the crook of Tarleton's arm.
Tarleton had yet to meet anyone outside of Grace's immediate family and was understandably both nervous and thrilled to meet others who were so privileged as to possess Grace's affections. In the preceding days and weeks, Tarleton, through his frequent visits, was gradually accepted by the rest of the immediate Lewis family. Whether this was merely out of familiarity or genuine acceptance, neither Grace nor Tarleton could quite decipher it. Samuel was still not fully accustomed to the idea of his sister being courted by an ex-enemy killer, but he seemed to at the very least grow to tolerate the concept.
It was all playing out even better than the very best scenario Tarleton could have previously imagined.
"Do you believe they will like me?"
"That is up for them to decide." Grace smiled teasingly. "Upon first sight, who knows what they will think of you. Perhaps my aunt shall spin some dramatic tale of woe on your behalf and adopt you as her son, or my uncle shall conjure up the notion that you are a smuggler or a privateer and shake your hand like an old friend. Whatever their conclusion, I don't believe they will help but feel something akin to myself on the matter. I hardly believe it anything worth fretting over."
Tarleton gave her a questioning look.
"Even if they damned you to the remotest region on Earth with their scorn I would still be there by your side."
A faint smile was perceptible on Tarleton's lips.
"I do not deserve you, my love."
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The Prisoner (Completed, Editing)Historical Fiction
"There are no beautiful surfaces without a terrible depth." - Freidrich Nietzsche Colonel Banestre Tarleton is an unfeeling young officer, head of a regiment of British Green Dragoons during the American Revolutionary War. Grace Lewis is a bold and...