”It is gone; I think it died before it lived properly. Shh.” They all turned and watched a man walking towards the river, he was soaked in blood. They could smell it from where they were, the main man liked the metal tang it gave the air.

”Shame, for someone to be able to do that kind of damage, even under a spell, would have been worth taking to us.” The rest nodded and watched the man walk the small dock; he then pulled out a knife and threw it in the river. The heard shouts at a couple of men ran down the dock to grab him. He then jumped in and rises only when he was dead. The people stood there and looked in disbelief. They knew he was not a pleasant man, but to do what he had to his own family. He got of to easy with drowning.

William was still sitting in the seat with Angel in his arms when heard heavy footsteps moving down the hallway, he new the voice that boomed along it.

”Where is the poor little thing, I should take her home with me while everyone here is in mourning.” There was no compassion at all in that voice, only something that William could not put a word too. ”She can be returned later…when things settle down.”

”Now wait just a moment, nobody takes Angel from this house. Charles will have all the help he needs to raise Angel.” William silently thanked Them for his mother stepping in but he would not take the chance that Angel’s Uncle would keep trying.

He silently opened the door that led out to a separate hallway he knew it lead to a staircase leading down to the garden.  He was thankful for the blanket around Angel but he still pulled his coat open to shelter her.

”I keep my promise.” Was all he said as he walked along the rose path stopping to pick a single tiny white rose bud? ”Your flower will be the white rose. It is as lovely as you are.” William looks at her and thinks she will look like her mother.

After a few minutes, he thought he should send a message to his mother about where he was and why.

She sent him a blessing, saying Ronald had pushed into the room trying to take Angel, but when she was not there, he stormed out and left.

”Shall I bring Angel back now? Uncle Charles might want to see her.”

”Is she ok?” his mothers’ voice sounded restrained.

”Yes she is fine; I have a blanket for her and she seems content.” William looked at her Angel and smiled.

”Then keep her with you for a little while, I will let the wet nurse know where you both are soon. Thank you for your fast thinking.”

”That’s alright; Angel really does not like her Uncle Ronald in the least.”

”What do you mean?” inside the house, his mother had stopped at this.

”I just felt her dislike of him. She did not cry with anyone but him. Mother what about Uncle Charles, would he like to see Angel.”

”Oh, son! Right now, he is so broken; he will not even know she is here. Please don’t think badly of him.”  He heard the tears she must have been crying.

”I could never do that.” He did not need to think hard to understand how badly his wife’s death would affect him.

He walked the rose paths for a while before the wet nurse came and asked if he would bring Angel back. She allowed him to carry her back to the room. He tried not thinking about the fact that the wet nurse was only there because his Aunt knew she would not live. The rest of his day had been spent near either Angel or his mother and father.

They returned home late that night, Vivian and Thomas put him to bed themselves saying.

”Next year I promise you a better birthday William.” Looking up to his mother, he said.

”Angel is a wonderful present.” He turned over and tried to sleep, Angels face kept coming to mind.