Our wedding
This memory is old but still happy. I find myself returning to it often. We were both young and Macbeth was just starting to be noticed by those higher up in ranks for his skill and potential. My parents, God rest their souls, were very happy with their choice for me. They had searched for a suitable match for so long I will admit I feared becoming an old maid. However they selected well and supported the union in full. It was a grand, happy event - the King himself was even present.
My first and only son
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| "I have given suck, and know how tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me" (Lines: 54, 55) |
In the third summer of matrimony I learned I was carrying my husband's child. I cannot put into words the joy this prospect brought the two of us. I knew I had been blessed with a son to lead our family name to greater heights and could not wait for his arrival. He came to us the following spring and I had never felt such love or fulfilment. Macbeth was completely enamoured with our little Cormac. He was the most beautiful child I will ever see in all my days and I was beyond lucky to have him. Cormac was the happiest time of my life and we loved him more than life itself, but it seems that was not enough. My son unexpectedly contracted a fever from an unknown source and despite our great efforts increased tenfold, nothing could save him. He died in just one short, agonizing week. I had failed as a mother, a caregiver, a woman. I swore never again would I be forced to trade such a love I never deemed possible for this tragic grieving I won't even be free of in death.
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