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Enduringly Yours The year of our Lord, 1192 …“And truth be told my conscience was eating me up inside for leaving you like I had. Somehow I believed you’d think more of me if I’d gone away. That was the real reason why I hadn’t come to you that last night.” She shook her head.…
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…“When your father first gave me the blessing of your hand I was ecstatic.” Zipporah and her mother hadn’t been. Fortunately, her mother had intervened, convincing her father that Gilburn should ask permission to court her first, to give Zipporah a chance to get used to him, but when Gilburn had come to Zipporah, asking—humbly…
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So many things she had hidden from him. Her dishonesty ate a hole through her skin sometimes. She wanted to come clean, but was afraid it might be too late… Enduringly Yours Part Eleven Her father had been moved out of the chamber he normally shared with her mother because of the regular medical care…
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That’s silly. Cats of course. 😋 Unless it’s a werewolf, then I’ll take the werewolf. Always be yourself, unless you can be a werewolf. And please don’t forget to always dress for the job you want not the job you have. 🤭 I’ll just leave you with that bit of advice. I think you’ll look…
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Reading, but only things I want to read. Writing things, but only things I want to write. Anything I actually really want to do. 🫠 I’ve been crocheting a bag for myself and I lose track of time doing that. (I’ll post a picture here when it’s finished.) Not these writing prompts though. No, no…
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Right now, everything, but that might be the hormones talking. Ok, I know, TMI. But seriously, some days I’m chill, some days I want to punch someone in the face. And then there are the days where I want to punch everyone in the face. I haven’t, fortunately, because I don’t want to go to…
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Part Nine Enduringly Yours Zipporah fingered through her braid and plaited it again to make it look like she hadn’t been out riding. It would have taken too long to work the ribbons back around her hair, so she tucked them under some straw and left them behind. She’d just stepped out of the stable…
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Enduringly Yours England The year of our Lord, 1192 …“Well I… let you…” She fell silent. “I could have told my father before you left, then you would become lord.” Her voice trailed off as if she’d just made the discovery. “I could have told him that I let you compromise me but I was…
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Enduringly Yours Part Ten Her mother, engaged in washing her hands in the laver of rosewater, smiled wryly at Zipporah from across the table. It took her a moment to realize that her look was about the maid servant and Gilburn. “Are you not hungry?” Gilburn asked Zipporah. “Of course I am,” she lied, dipping…
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