Divided By Joy – June 1419

It is a beautiful country we travel through, though the signs of war are still present and many years will pass before all is restored.  Yet those years, and the decades that will follow, will race by, and the task before me now is to wring every moment from them, every drop of joy that I have chosen, despite the pain it will cause the steadfast heart that rides beside me.  I never wished to be a price grudgingly paid to fate, and my soul yearns to salve his anguish at my choice.  ‘Forgive me, Ada.  My path is set.’