Life, for ten years, has been cold and bare.

She wakes up in the morning and her back aches from her work. She is no longer young. She serves Sir Walter, old and blind. He is kind, but his companionship is not enough to ease the loneliness.

She misses Robert terribly. Not that she knew him very well, but he was kind, he was gentle, he adored her. With him, she was not alone.

She goes out and works around the town. Every day there is less food. She wonders how they will make it through the winter.

But she does not pray. Marion lost interest in prayer a long time ago.

Then this man arrives. With his news comes grief. She cannot think for a while.
By the time her head clears, by the time she manages to accept the fact that now she will always be alone, Sir Walter has engaged him in the farce of playing her husband.

She pretends to be offended, but inside she rejoices. For as long as he is here, though he obviously has no feelings for her, (nor does she for him, she insists to herself) she will not be alone.

Author's Note: See? I wrote it with an 'o' this time! I knew I could do it! :) I won't mess up again.