Category: fiction

The girl, Lorena, had worn her best clothing, which was poor but clean and not patched or worn. She had been waiting four days to talk to the Duke, who seemed disinclined to hear her case, which would entangle him in the affairs of a neighboring noble, with whom he’d already had disputes and gained ill favor.

This alone would little concern him, but the country’s politics were in turmoil, nobles were being stripped of title and estate, executed and exiled. And the Marquis had powerful friends in court. As a native Scot, the Duke was under a cloud of suspicion due to his birth. Taking the side of a maid trying to claim the birthright of an English nobleman for a bastard Scots get would not endear him down South.
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An interlude, in which I imagine a torrid love affair of rage and passion

We meet on a bridge, I was throwing daisy petals into the water and watching them go, and she took my hand and pulled off a petal and touched it to my lips, and outlined my mouth with it, and laughing at my surprise told me I looked so serious and solemn, and that I should come with her.

Shortly, I began a torrid love affair with her where we both use each other up in passionate sex that flared like a sunburst and burned like platinum on fire.

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