I headed straight for the private library, grabbing first from the kitchen two decanter's full of wine. Closing the door behind me, I walked over to the far east wall and dropped myself to the stone floor, carefully holding the decanters so they dont spill.
I put one decanter on the stone floor next to me, and grasped the other one with my two hands and raised it to my lips, and took a gulp of wine, savoring the taste as it poured down my throat. and hoping it will wash down all my pain.
I screwed up big time! My plan backfired.
Last night when I left the castle to go find Isobel, I had every intention of asking her to come back with me to the castle and offering her to Branden. I thought if he sees her he might fall in love with her. She is a very beautiful woman, with a huge dowry, and she comes from a very wealthy and powerful family. If my brother took a liking to her, I would be less worried about him trying to steal my bride, and therefore I could concentrate on more important issues.
Isobel came to me willingly, thinking that I wanted her for myself, but although she is the fairest in all the land, my heart belongs to my soulmate, Elizabeth. Traveling all night, we entered the courtyard in the morning, and I saw Elizabeth spying from the window in my bedchamber, and thought to make Elizabeth a little jealous by parading Isobel around the castle before I hand her over to Branden. But my plan backfired when I lead Isobel inside the castle, and she expressed her love for me. Isobel then cornered me, threw herself on me and kissed me.
I had no time react, just as I was about to push her away, Elizabeth saw us and started to run the opposite direction. I called out to her so I could explain myself, but she dissapeared, and when I chased after her, I found her in my brothers arms!
With one gulp, I drained the decanter of its contents, and reached for the other decanter. Bringing it to my lips, the memory of Elizabeth in the arms of my brother made my body tremble with rage! Then to make matters worse, the wildcat Isobel had the nerve to call my wife a harlot!
And worst of all, I saw the hurt on Elizabeths face, right before she slapped me. She had every right to do what she did, but not in front of witnesses! In Druid land, a woman can not raise her hand to her husband. The penalty is ten whip lashes on her back.
I closed my eyes and prayed to God that no one dares to bring that up, because by law I would have to whip her, for if I do not, the clan will take charge and give her an even bigger punishment. I threw her in the dungeon hoping that the people will see it as a fit punishment, but deep in my heart I know that Isobel will go to court in the morning and plead her case to the clan and I will have to whip her.
God have mercy on me please, I begged. How will I endure capital punishment on the woman that I love? How will she endure a whipping without passing out or dying in my arms.This is all my fault! I did this to her! and the tears rolled down my face burning my skin, and I beat my chest in anger and remorse.
AUTHORS NOTE: so you see my dear people, he did not betray her, he loves her very much. I am writing my next chapter now, but the next chapter will be painful for you to read, i know it will be painful for me too!! i will post in a little bit. please dont forget to vote, thank you kindly. xoxoxoxoxoxo
