romance
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💜My apologies for posting the wrong selection of Enduringly Yours this morning. I had just gotten my computer back after not having it for two weeks and went right ahead making a new post of a selection I’d already given you guys! My bad, so sorry. In light of how little new material I’ve given…
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Index Part Fifteen Zipporah leaned forward in the saddle to scratch her gelding’s neck, all too aware of Sir Gilburn on his tall stallion next to her. “Do I make you nervous,” he said with a smile. “No, of course not.” She really wished she’d sent that missive to Peter. John. She meant John. “You…
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I’ve joined Medium. It cost me $40 bucks and I’ve no idea if it will be worth it or not but I’ve heard a few people talking about it and thought I’d give it a go and see what happens. I don’t know if any of you guys frequent Medium but I thought I’d drop…
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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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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…
Darcy Branwyn 