The Duchess My fingers gently trace the old wooden frame that houses the first attempt at portraiture our first child made for us. It is strange really how fate can alter your world in a heartbeat. How star-crossed lovers could defeat the odds and not end in tragedy at dagger point and poison, I can still hear the determination in my young daughter’s voice…
‘But you are not like Master Shakespeare's Tragedies... If the world sees you as star-crossed, well then, you can fight the stars.’
And fight them we did.
“Sorry, Will…” I whisper, touching the first edition copy of the bards play lovingly, oh the memories that are held between those leather bound pages.
“What are you apologizing to Will for now? Have your impure thoughts offended? If that be so, give me thou sin…”
Two warm passionate lips take mine, and I feel that desire burn in me, no different now then it had been all those years ago. Before the boudoir miniature, before the blessed portrait, and yes, even long before Master Shakespeare’s play became such a special part of my life.
I had found passion, desire, and love in the kiss of a man so tempting that angels would beg for one wink let alone love's true embrace.
Oh how far I have fallen…
It is with this all in mind that I sit here at my writing desk and start to collect the tellings of how two fated souls… defy the odds, fight the stars… And learn just how beautiful life can be, once they give into the temptation of Sin.