Journey to York

  After a long and tiring journey north, through the snow and cold and the carriage getting stuck more than a half dozen times to I have made it to York only a few days ago and not by choice. *Sighs deeply* Yes, this was Sir Guy's choice of exile for me. I am surprised he did not send me to a convent, but that may be only a matter of time. Instead, it seems that he has set me up in a smaller house in York, with dear Brigid, servant and at heart a member of my family since my earliest awareness.

  I do not know what will become of me, but I want my fate in my own hands and not in Guy's, so I am of the mind that it would be wise of me to look into making our way south to Poitiers during the spring. However, that would mean going around Nottingham or through it neither one is a safe choice. Now if it can be done, I would like to make a return visit home to Eiru. There will not be much left, but it still would be nice to see home again.

Waterfall

Until my writer's block unblocks enjoy the waterfall. Maybe if I do enough photo edits and such I'll be able to write.

Calendar Guy - March

Lucky charms, anyone?

Adieu, Nottingham

   My trunks are being packed as I write this entry. I have no choice but to leave Nottingham for Guy gave me none. Since, in his words, I am a liar (even though I am not) I can not be trusted to be mistress of the Gisborne manor and can make my own way to Normandie or York or anywhere else that he does not have to set eyes upon me.

  As an admirer of Queen Alienor d' Aquitaine, perhaps I should go to Poitiers and try courtly love for a change. That may startle Sir Guy...but then he would have to care from the start. Yet, better still I may make my way to Westminster in hopes of catching sight of her majesty. For Queen Alienor is smarter and better than her sons. They must take after their father, King Henry.

Alienor d'Aquitaine (Eleanor of Aquitaine)

Right now I feel bitterness, mixed with love, towards Guy and perhaps most men, but I will bear in mind my manners and be nice. I may not know where my journey will take me, but I will carry my love for Sir Guy with me. And I will have ways of knowing what he is doing for what few servants I did have and I have sworn to stay in contact as best as we can. Plus the monks have forgiven me for Angel's Mass by telling me it was not my fault, but I do feel some guilt about it, and have blessed me with a simple rosary.

  So with a last look around what had been Sir Guy's and my bedchamber it is with a heavy heart that I say adieu to my life and Nottingham.

Sunday Kind of Guy #5

The Professor of Smirkology is here again.

 

These photos gave me this collage:

And this gif ♥

Encounter

I went for a walk this morning because my head was filled with thoughts of Guy and I thought that the winter air would help take me out of my walking dreams, but it just seemed to make my thoughts and dreams of Sir Guy more strong. As I was walking I came to a break in the path and saw a vision from Heaven - my Guy.  He was in an old cloak that he spun off of his self when he saw me - oh how my heart leapt, as well as my body straight into his arms.  Crying and laughing at all at the same time,  I  covered his face with kisses, nuzzled his neck and ears and told him of my undying love for him. My love, my passion, my forgiveness and my happiness for Sir Guy all came together and my deepest wish that I have was told. I told Guy that I wanted to be filled with his child and then I threw my arms around him and held onto him with all my love and for dear life.

  It is then that I notice that Guy is not embracing me and it is at that moment that I understood that he had not held me the entire time and that he was silent.  I put down my arms and put on a brave smile and ask him what is wrong for his arms were not around me. Then the idea came to me that even in a wooded path it was still too public for us to be seen and was not safe so I expressed my apology for not thinking we were in a public place.

  As I stood there with a dull look on my face, Guy was still silent and not moving a muscle for what seemed to be... forever. Finally, when spoke he said, quietly, that he had seen me in Nottingham earlier in the month and wanted to know why I had ignored him when in the village. Why had I had walked around in a proud manner? I answered him that when I went to market I did look for him but never saw him and that I was not being proud. Then..then..he yelled and called me a liar! Moi?! A LIAR?! When all I have done is mourn for him. Hated him.Forgiven him. Loved him. Missed him. The BASTARD!! Oh how I wish I had my anger then but I was too stunned.

  I kept telling him that I had searched for his face when I was at market, but to no avail. He never believed me. He kept telling me I was a liar that I had not searched for him and that I was no better than Marian. Mon Dieu! Mon Dieu! Even now I wish my heart would cease so I could be out of this current pain. Alas, I must live on with the pain for company, for it is all I have from Sir Guy of Gisborne.

Sunday Kind of Guy #4

 I originally posted this for Valentine's on It's an R.A. World and thought that it would also make a nice Sunday Kind of Guy post and it HAS been a long time since I made one. So with stills of the backside and GIF (courtesy of Google) of Sir Guy. Oh and Vaisey is in the pictures as well.