Chapter 73: Not drunk (3)
"That bastard," Beatrice muttered after she finished reading the letter her brother sent to her. "I should have choked him when I had the chance."
Her family were being a nuisance with the letters they were sending to her and the ones she knew they had started to send to Rafael. Urging her and Rafael to return to her childhood home so Rafael could formally be introduced to her side of the family. They were acting as if they had not viewed her as a stranger for years.
"Why does he think I will crawl back home after all these years?"
There were many things about the letters that angered her. The letter itself since the moment she had run off to marry River, her family sent a letter calling her a ruined woman, expecting her to work her life away, and die alone since River would go bored of her.
Her own flesh and blood turn their backs on her because she ran away from a marriage that would benefit them to being with River who made her the happiest she had ever been and gave her Rafael.
The same son her mother or father never acknowledged when she had the guts to send them a letter to know they had a grandson and that if they wished to move on and meet him, they could.
The letters from her family stop right after.
There wasn’t a letter when it was known she was pregnant. Not a letter each year for her birthdays or Rafael’s. Not a single letter during the time she sat at home praying her husband would return to her in one piece.
The first letter in years did not come when River had finally received his title as a knight. It came when the king had acknowledged his efforts, named him commander, and welcomed him to the palace a few times. The letters then doubled when Rafael’s name was spoken of in towns he had never visited and his relationship with the king plus other noblemen was known.