Craving Absolution Part 1
The innkeeper informed us our bedchambers were adjoining
Road to Absolution, by Cousin Pons, tells this story from the male POV. Here I use a little imagination and retell the events from the lady’s perspective.
Many of you who know my writing style will understand the way this tale needed to be written was out of my comfort zone. But I think it is important to challenge ourselves as often as possible…
I awoke briefly at Angoulême. A gentleman entered my carriage and with him the biting winds of a raging storm, causing me to tighten the cloak around my shoulders.
The momentum of the journey lulled me back to my slumber and I began to dream about a young lord courting me in such a salacious manner that I attempted to get past him. Swiftly I was captured and stripped bare. Realising his strength was overpowering, I lay back naked, waiting for my fate.
I am sure my breathing must have quickened. This was a frequent nighttime fancy of mine since I had been joined in wedlock with a nobleman old enough to have sired me. My family agreed it was a good match as Duc de Blois was a landowner with a vast wealth.
Even though it must be said, I appreciated him lavishing me with fine robes and gifts, he was devoid of wit or intelligence. I longed for…
