All in all, the conversation Shai had with the Priest left her even more unsettled than she had been to begin with.
Basically, if her marriage to Kruger was annulled, it would in essence leave their son, Nikolai an illegitimate child. That was unacceptable on every level.
Divorce, as tainted as that word was, would be the only recourse. However, it would not be her to make that first move. Shai was far from naive, but even she had a code. She always had.
Finally coming to some sense of resolve, Shai was no longer behaving with her heart on her sleeve and preparing for the next blow.
She did however find herself thinking about the past, her past, an awful lot. Some would think there would be something less than pride in all that entailed, but it was quite the opposite.
She was proud of her stature in such a life and proud of the fact that she had stood with her chin held high through every trial and tribulation.
She was taught that each woman is a legend. She was taught to live the legend she was born to become.
She had learned at an early age that she had the opportunity to reinvent and create new iterations of herself at every and turn in her life. She was also eager to steer the passage of her life with navigational certainty during every episode of her unfolding as a woman.
Shai rolled gracefully though the rupture, reclamation, redemption and rapture that had encompassed every chapter of a life, she thought, well lived.
This was another step along the raging banks that had come to envelope her into it's embrace.
Shai, would come through this, as she had done countless times before, above it all.
Nikolai would be raised by herself and a father of convenience, if that is what Kruger so chose. He would be well bred, educated and rise to the occasion of his own destiny, regardless of what that entailed and which path he was led down.
The child would not be ignorant to the ways of the heart, the soul and the clandestine nature of meaning what he spoke not only via voice, but via the very chasm of him. He would not be raised to lead by emotions that changed daily, sometimes hourly and he would not be raised to use those that loved him, as a stepping stone to something greater.
But, he would be humbled, by the man he was set to become and be grateful for the chance and the ability to be a man among men. A man to be proud of. His mother would take her last breath, knowing she had succeeded in this.
Life would move on, time would never stand still.
Terms had been reached, internally, where they would remain and be acted upon.
The foundation set in stone. Unyielding.
Basically, if her marriage to Kruger was annulled, it would in essence leave their son, Nikolai an illegitimate child. That was unacceptable on every level.
Divorce, as tainted as that word was, would be the only recourse. However, it would not be her to make that first move. Shai was far from naive, but even she had a code. She always had.
Finally coming to some sense of resolve, Shai was no longer behaving with her heart on her sleeve and preparing for the next blow.
She did however find herself thinking about the past, her past, an awful lot. Some would think there would be something less than pride in all that entailed, but it was quite the opposite.
She was proud of her stature in such a life and proud of the fact that she had stood with her chin held high through every trial and tribulation.
She was taught that each woman is a legend. She was taught to live the legend she was born to become.
She had learned at an early age that she had the opportunity to reinvent and create new iterations of herself at every and turn in her life. She was also eager to steer the passage of her life with navigational certainty during every episode of her unfolding as a woman.
Shai rolled gracefully though the rupture, reclamation, redemption and rapture that had encompassed every chapter of a life, she thought, well lived.
This was another step along the raging banks that had come to envelope her into it's embrace.
Shai, would come through this, as she had done countless times before, above it all.
Nikolai would be raised by herself and a father of convenience, if that is what Kruger so chose. He would be well bred, educated and rise to the occasion of his own destiny, regardless of what that entailed and which path he was led down.
The child would not be ignorant to the ways of the heart, the soul and the clandestine nature of meaning what he spoke not only via voice, but via the very chasm of him. He would not be raised to lead by emotions that changed daily, sometimes hourly and he would not be raised to use those that loved him, as a stepping stone to something greater.
But, he would be humbled, by the man he was set to become and be grateful for the chance and the ability to be a man among men. A man to be proud of. His mother would take her last breath, knowing she had succeeded in this.
Life would move on, time would never stand still.
Terms had been reached, internally, where they would remain and be acted upon.
The foundation set in stone. Unyielding.