Lady M of Gisborne
Faithfully Loves Sir Guy of Gisborne
Friday, March 1, 2019
Thursday, January 3, 2019
Friday, October 5, 2018
Rescued
*Picking up my quill again and dipping it into the ink I continue my story from my cell in the abbe*
The snow falls gently on the grounds of the abbe and the nuns say their midday prayers. I could not listen to their prayers and gentle music when Brigid and I first came but gradually they have become a small source of comfort. Brigid and I need all the comfort we are offered no matter how small after our attack.
The attack. Dieu I wish I may forget it but I fell it will live with me forever as it will Brigid.
*I pull my cloak closer to me as I shiver at the memory of the event*
What I know for myself of what happened is truly only hearsay for if you recall I was beaten unconscious and that the last thing I heard before slipping into darkness was the scream of Brigid and her attacker.
I came to in the abbe with a nun hovering over me as I struggled to rise and look for Brigid a nun held me back down upon the bed with a firm grip which only made more bruises on me. I suppose it was good that my face was swollen badly enough for me not to be able to say who the nun was nor did I pay heed to her voice because of my concern for Brigid. The nun gave me a draught of something strong for it made me feel dim and I again I slept.
When I awoke, it was a few days later but I had Brigid at my side battered and bruised. When I saw her I uncontrollably wept and apologized to her. She held and rocked me as she did when I was a child and kept telling me she was fine and only slightly hurt. I knew better and wept so hard that I shook the both of us. After calming down a bit I looked up from the arm of Brigid and saw him. Archer. For then I knew the truth. Archer was our rescuer. My mind began to spin and my gut flipped. It was all I could do from becoming sick on Brigid because of the shame that I had wrought and that he had to see it. This was too much for me and I collapsed against Brigid into a deeper sleep.
The snow falls gently on the grounds of the abbe and the nuns say their midday prayers. I could not listen to their prayers and gentle music when Brigid and I first came but gradually they have become a small source of comfort. Brigid and I need all the comfort we are offered no matter how small after our attack.
The attack. Dieu I wish I may forget it but I fell it will live with me forever as it will Brigid.
*I pull my cloak closer to me as I shiver at the memory of the event*
What I know for myself of what happened is truly only hearsay for if you recall I was beaten unconscious and that the last thing I heard before slipping into darkness was the scream of Brigid and her attacker.
I came to in the abbe with a nun hovering over me as I struggled to rise and look for Brigid a nun held me back down upon the bed with a firm grip which only made more bruises on me. I suppose it was good that my face was swollen badly enough for me not to be able to say who the nun was nor did I pay heed to her voice because of my concern for Brigid. The nun gave me a draught of something strong for it made me feel dim and I again I slept.
When I awoke, it was a few days later but I had Brigid at my side battered and bruised. When I saw her I uncontrollably wept and apologized to her. She held and rocked me as she did when I was a child and kept telling me she was fine and only slightly hurt. I knew better and wept so hard that I shook the both of us. After calming down a bit I looked up from the arm of Brigid and saw him. Archer. For then I knew the truth. Archer was our rescuer. My mind began to spin and my gut flipped. It was all I could do from becoming sick on Brigid because of the shame that I had wrought and that he had to see it. This was too much for me and I collapsed against Brigid into a deeper sleep.
Guy Day Friday: Amazon Prime
A quick note to let everyone know that Robin Hood BBC is now included with Amazon Prime. For those of us with this we can now get our Sir Guy fix whenever we want. Life can be nice.
Our first sighting of Sir Guy
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Friday, March 9, 2018
Sunday, October 29, 2017
Sir Guy's Haunted Halloween - 2017
I don't recall ever seeing an image of Sir Guy but he is so heartbreaking that it makes me wish that I again could hold him. Oh my Love.
Friday, May 5, 2017
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