Isandro was sitting across Cassandra in the carriage they were taking back to his Estates. His giddy feelings of the recent wedding were still with him as he looked at his new wife. While, he was a rueful that so much of their time had been wasted because of the war, he also was thankful the war happened. He had only met Cassandra after serving with Alejo M. Sastre y Díaz de Santa Ava at the battle of Zaragoza. With all of the business of the war and his army reformation task done, he had finally had the time to wed the lovely woman.
While sitting in the carriage, his memories of his last marriage were stired. He was old for a first time marriage, being 26 years old when he wed his last wife. He had spent the entirety of his twenties up until that point in officer training or in the field during the last spasms of the Peruvian Insurrection. After coming home, defeated, he sought solace in the drink. It was on one of those days in a drunken stupor that he first met his soon-to-be wife. To him it appeared as if god had sent an Angel down from heaven to recall him back into society, informing him that his mission was not yet fulfilled. It was a mere few months later, sober, that he would wed this lady. His new wife, not a fan of the army life preferred to stay at his estates while he was away with army business so their interactions were sparse, yet when they did have time together they were lit with a fire seen before by no other. It was on one of those occasions his wife got pregnant. A mere 9 months later though, in the summer of 1830, everything had collapsed, his wife had died with child in childbirth.
Isandro glanced over at Cassandra, he felt an uneasiness settle over him. It was almost time for them to consummate the marriage and it had been more than a decade since he had last laid with a woman.
He had devoted himself to doing what he saw as God's work in the wake of his wife's death. He set aside much of his wealth to providing for those living on or near his estates with basic necessities and providing them a cushion to fall back on in times of hardship. Moreover when Ferdinand VII died he had his eyes opened, Spain's ills as of late were caused by the reign of an illegitimate King, and Spain would continue to fall until this upfront to god was rectified. It was there he saw himself fight for 6 years to correct a past wrong, and it was there he met Cassandra, a beautiful and intelligent daughter of de Santa Ava, and man he was serving beside and respected.
The carriage pulled up to his estate, and he smiled at Cassandra. He took her hand and they walked into the house, Man and Wife.
While sitting in the carriage, his memories of his last marriage were stired. He was old for a first time marriage, being 26 years old when he wed his last wife. He had spent the entirety of his twenties up until that point in officer training or in the field during the last spasms of the Peruvian Insurrection. After coming home, defeated, he sought solace in the drink. It was on one of those days in a drunken stupor that he first met his soon-to-be wife. To him it appeared as if god had sent an Angel down from heaven to recall him back into society, informing him that his mission was not yet fulfilled. It was a mere few months later, sober, that he would wed this lady. His new wife, not a fan of the army life preferred to stay at his estates while he was away with army business so their interactions were sparse, yet when they did have time together they were lit with a fire seen before by no other. It was on one of those occasions his wife got pregnant. A mere 9 months later though, in the summer of 1830, everything had collapsed, his wife had died with child in childbirth.
Isandro glanced over at Cassandra, he felt an uneasiness settle over him. It was almost time for them to consummate the marriage and it had been more than a decade since he had last laid with a woman.
He had devoted himself to doing what he saw as God's work in the wake of his wife's death. He set aside much of his wealth to providing for those living on or near his estates with basic necessities and providing them a cushion to fall back on in times of hardship. Moreover when Ferdinand VII died he had his eyes opened, Spain's ills as of late were caused by the reign of an illegitimate King, and Spain would continue to fall until this upfront to god was rectified. It was there he saw himself fight for 6 years to correct a past wrong, and it was there he met Cassandra, a beautiful and intelligent daughter of de Santa Ava, and man he was serving beside and respected.
The carriage pulled up to his estate, and he smiled at Cassandra. He took her hand and they walked into the house, Man and Wife.
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