He came by a cart pulled by a mule, modest yet a solid investment to any future vicar’s future. The cart however, didn’t have a cover and he had to keep his head tilted so that his hat could deflect the sea spray that made the air feel full and humid. Ever since his sister decided to spend her time here (though that wasn’t exactly her choice, but one could not tell Alec that) he wasn’t sure how he felt about the way the large homes and color of rows of homes made him feel. It was all so very…prideful and vain. However, no matter how many times he rounded that trail to see the church’s ruins in the distance it never failed to take his breath away. 

Alexander touched the cross that he wore beneath his shirt just to make sure that God knew he was always thinking of him, and armed now with an offer of marriage for his sister his devotion was paying off. 

“Blessed shall be the fruit of thy body, and the fruit of thy ground, and the fruit of thy cattle, the increase of thy kine, and the flocks of thy sheep,” He muttered to himself as he pressed on to where he would find his twin.