Changing The Destiny Of My Son
The fresh breeze after the shower of the rain follows with the blood flowing out through my chest pierced through by the sword of my husband, the archduke of the country…the husky of the emperor.
Had I knew before that this contract marriage would bring me this much of disaster then I would have never agreed with him in the first place and enjoyed my life like an ordinary women living to love her child alone…but neither did I enjoy my life nor did I let my child to enjoy due to the society. For which I was taught to straighten my back and hold my breath and walk gracefully with no flaw. This though was engraved upon me since the early age so did on my son.
But never have I ever imagined my prosperous life to be like this in any way possible, But I did knew that my husband never liked me since the start but that doesn't mean I imagined him killing me with his own hands after killing my son who was harshly used by a countryside girl who became a saint one day. For whom my son would even became a traitor but never did that girl thought of him in a good light.
The depression of losing my son striked me for a week but before I could have been more depressed over the death of my son, I got stabbed by my own husband? Since my husband thought of me as the real root of problems due to which my son dared to be the traitor of the country.
Does this contractual marriage have to end like this? With my death? Where I didn't even got to spend my time with my own son? When he needed me the most? Oh god, please let my son's soul be reborn in a happy family.
I closed my eyes while praying for my son till the end of my last breath while regretting all those time I couldn't spend with my son, due to his successor classes he had to take as per the archduke's order.
“Son…mom is sorry for you. I couldn't become a good mother for–”
(Scene-2)
“Duchess…please give me a chance…I would never hurt you…”
No duke, no matter how much you beg me to change my mind. I would never throw away my son's life. And this decision of mine can't be changed again.
Claramae looked at the duke with disinterest and walk past him. To the entrance and looked at her son with warm gaze and wrapped him in her arms.
“Did I made you wait for long?” Claramae asked in a warm voice to her son. Anybody listening to them would feel like she is enchanting her son with a spell.
“Not at all mother. If it's you then am ready to wait for as long as you are done.” Said her son Josiah while cupping her mother's face like a scarce object.
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