Eliza’s tears came anew, rushing down her cheeks as she smiled up into his eyes, her heart filled with such joy that she could barely contain it.
“I will,” she whispered, as he brushed her tears away gently. “Oh, Avondale, you know that I will.”
He pulled her into his arms again, holding her tightly against him. Eliza buried her head into his shoulder, light seeming to sparkle around them both. This was truly the most wonderful moment of her life. Finally, she was to be the wife of the only man she had ever loved.
“You have made me the happiest man in all of England, Eliza,” Lord Avondale whispered, lifting his head so that he might look into her eyes again. “I swear to you that I will love you every moment of my life. Not a day shall go by where I do not make you aware of just how precious you are to me.”
She reached up and kissed him, one hand pressed against his heart that she knew beat with love for her. Gone were the memories of sadness, of pain and separation. They had been flung far from them both, finding in each other a new joy that seemed to erase their past suffering.
“We have found our way together again,” she whispered, her whole being alive with happiness. “And I shall never turn away from you. You are my one true love and that love shall carry us through for the rest of our days.”