Diary of the Lady M of Gisborne

Rendezvous

For a time I thought I had been deserted by Sir Guy. He had been gone for almost two months and I had no word from or of him. So what else was I to think but desertion. Death? Never. That would be my undoing. And to be left alone at Nottingham, no less. Do not misjudge me for there is some beauty in Nottingham, especially this time of year, but the winter beauty can not ease the loneliness one can have when husband and blood relatives are far away. My heart aches for all. Being Guy's beloved affords me few aquaintances because people do not see the tender side of him. Yes he can be ferocious but he feels that he must fight for whatever he can hve. Guy's father was a one-time wealthy landowner in France but due to my father-in-law's lengthy illness that left Guy without title and property.

Because of this is why Guy does what he does.

However, on a more pleasant note, as fate would deem, Sir Guy has returned. That is in the only way he can at the moment for the Sheriff has all but made Guy a prisoner in Nottingham castle. Because of this we only get to be with each other for a short time every Saturday morning at midnight for a couple of hours, if possible. The Witching Hour and he can be bewitching.

At our rendezvous, Guy looks to be haunted so no words are spoken on where he has been or what he has done. No nagging just loving. It helps ease his pains and my worries for a while. We live in our own fantasy world where no one can see or touch us. We are safe with each other. If only for a short time.

I do not know if I will see Guy on Christmas Day. Sadly there is a good chance that he will be locked away at Nottinngham Castle on that day. I pray that we will have the following Saturday morning together and that Vaisey does not find out about it.