Rest (for eddy)
He slept soundly in his bed…his room was warm for a change.
Edmondus or Edmund as his father and family called him, had just married into one of the local clans. To create peace and stability in this part of Britannia. His new wife wasn’t too happy with the arrangement…she had been furious. He the Roman legionary Centurion, the symbol of everything that she despised and now she was married to him. It hadn’t been an easy match. She had glared at him the whole wedding day, and now…he managed to go to bed and get some sleep. Ignoring her glares, deciding if she wasn’t go to bed than he would. He fell asleep quickly, the emotions of the day exhausting him. Maybe tomorrow will be a better day…maybe she will stop being stubborn and come to bed. No dreams enter his mind, just the stillness of night.















