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she even consider becoming his mistress?
John broke the companionable silence that had settled on the group: “There is a dance tomorrow evening at a local inn, and I was wondering whether you both would care to accompany me?”
“Oh yes,” Emma immediately replied, “I think we could all do with a little fun and Beth hasn’t had the chance to meet all of the other court servants yet!” Beth smiled her consent too, feeling glad that the dance was the following day rather than that night, since she still had not made up her mind about the King.
“Wonderful, I shall meet you outside your bedchamber at nightfall tomorrow,” John said. They finished their food, happily gossiping about previous dances, and John and Emma explained to Beth the various romances occurring between the servants. Once their meal was finished, John rushed off to continue his work and the girls returned to the kitchen. Beth’s mood was much improved by her excitement about the dance the following day, and she passed the rest of the day in much better spirits. The only thing that occasionally marred Beth’s mood was when the kitchen servants discussed the Queen’s condition, at which point Beth invariably felt a pang of guilt.
That evening, Emma had gone out to meet a boy from the stables with whom she was having a whirlwind romance, so Beth was alone in her bedchamber working on some embroidery. As the evening sky began to darken, Beth knew she would have to make a decision regarding the King, who was expecting her at nightfall. She was flattered by his obvious lust for her, and certainly had felt stirrings of arousal herself the previous evening, but she wasn’t sure whether she could make the monumental decision to go to him again, knowing exactly what it was he wanted. Casting her work aside, Beth stood and moved to the mirror beside Emma’s bed. Looking at her reflection, she could see her wild and shining hair, the faint sprinkling of freckles on the bridge of her nose, and a glisten of moisture on her lips. Feeling as if she barely recognized the young woman reflected back at her, Beth sighed, feeling the night drawing ever closer and knowing that a decision needed to be made. Then she heard a firm tap on the bedchamber door. Moving across to open it, she was greeted by a well-dressed man brandishing a silk purse and a sealed letter. Surprised, and a little embarrassed, Beth took these items and thanked the man who had brought them. Settling herself on her bed, Beth took a deep steadying breath and opened the parchment.
My dearest Elizabeth,
Since yesterday you have not been far from my mind for a single moment. As I have gone about my business attending to meetings with my advisors, out hunting in the grounds, and eating alone in my chamber, your image has remained before my eyes. I do hope I did not startle you last night, but when I discovered you in my rooms it was as if my imagination had summoned you there myself. I had wondered whom the beautiful new servant was when I saw you at the feast, and to find you there in my chamber it was as if you had read my mind and sought me out.
I understand that you must be feeling unsure about my declaration of desire but a young, and no doubt chaste, girl such as yourself is a prized possession here at court, and I cannot bear the thought of another man possessing your body and your heart. This is why, despite the difficult circumstances, I could not help but let my feelings be known. I suspect that you felt the moment of attraction too.
Please find me tonight, I cannot bear to wait a moment longer. I shall treat you well, and endeavor to make you happy in any way possible. My mind will not be at rest until I have felt you in my arms and whispered your name into your hair. You will find in the accompanying purse a gold ring to demonstrate my ardor for you, and a blue satin ribbon that will look beautiful against your hair.
Please, Elizabeth, I shall be
John broke the companionable silence that had settled on the group: “There is a dance tomorrow evening at a local inn, and I was wondering whether you both would care to accompany me?”
“Oh yes,” Emma immediately replied, “I think we could all do with a little fun and Beth hasn’t had the chance to meet all of the other court servants yet!” Beth smiled her consent too, feeling glad that the dance was the following day rather than that night, since she still had not made up her mind about the King.
“Wonderful, I shall meet you outside your bedchamber at nightfall tomorrow,” John said. They finished their food, happily gossiping about previous dances, and John and Emma explained to Beth the various romances occurring between the servants. Once their meal was finished, John rushed off to continue his work and the girls returned to the kitchen. Beth’s mood was much improved by her excitement about the dance the following day, and she passed the rest of the day in much better spirits. The only thing that occasionally marred Beth’s mood was when the kitchen servants discussed the Queen’s condition, at which point Beth invariably felt a pang of guilt.
That evening, Emma had gone out to meet a boy from the stables with whom she was having a whirlwind romance, so Beth was alone in her bedchamber working on some embroidery. As the evening sky began to darken, Beth knew she would have to make a decision regarding the King, who was expecting her at nightfall. She was flattered by his obvious lust for her, and certainly had felt stirrings of arousal herself the previous evening, but she wasn’t sure whether she could make the monumental decision to go to him again, knowing exactly what it was he wanted. Casting her work aside, Beth stood and moved to the mirror beside Emma’s bed. Looking at her reflection, she could see her wild and shining hair, the faint sprinkling of freckles on the bridge of her nose, and a glisten of moisture on her lips. Feeling as if she barely recognized the young woman reflected back at her, Beth sighed, feeling the night drawing ever closer and knowing that a decision needed to be made. Then she heard a firm tap on the bedchamber door. Moving across to open it, she was greeted by a well-dressed man brandishing a silk purse and a sealed letter. Surprised, and a little embarrassed, Beth took these items and thanked the man who had brought them. Settling herself on her bed, Beth took a deep steadying breath and opened the parchment.
My dearest Elizabeth,
Since yesterday you have not been far from my mind for a single moment. As I have gone about my business attending to meetings with my advisors, out hunting in the grounds, and eating alone in my chamber, your image has remained before my eyes. I do hope I did not startle you last night, but when I discovered you in my rooms it was as if my imagination had summoned you there myself. I had wondered whom the beautiful new servant was when I saw you at the feast, and to find you there in my chamber it was as if you had read my mind and sought me out.
I understand that you must be feeling unsure about my declaration of desire but a young, and no doubt chaste, girl such as yourself is a prized possession here at court, and I cannot bear the thought of another man possessing your body and your heart. This is why, despite the difficult circumstances, I could not help but let my feelings be known. I suspect that you felt the moment of attraction too.
Please find me tonight, I cannot bear to wait a moment longer. I shall treat you well, and endeavor to make you happy in any way possible. My mind will not be at rest until I have felt you in my arms and whispered your name into your hair. You will find in the accompanying purse a gold ring to demonstrate my ardor for you, and a blue satin ribbon that will look beautiful against your hair.
Please, Elizabeth, I shall be
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