Oh what a day
today has been! Roxane visited me, and we reminisced about the naive memories
of our youth. I remember it so clearly, the way she was so beautiful in her
summer dress, her curls tied back into a bow of matching color. We
played in the fields and streams of Bergerac, the world so peaceful and
wondrous in our innocent eyes. A fond memory of hers, she recalled, was the way
in which she’d scold me, almost like a mother, when I’d get into trouble and
hurt myself. It was while reciting the very words she used to say to me that she
noticed the cut on my hand and said in a joking tone, “Now what have you been
doing to yourself! Let me see…” It made me chuckle, and she bandaged my hand as
she used to do when we were juvenile
All was well until
she confessed to me a newborn secret of hers. She’s in love! At first, her
description sounded like it could be any man. As it became more detailed I thought maybe…maybe it was me. But alas, it was Baron Christian de
Neuvillete! How could I ever have been so foolish to think that she’d love me;
that she’d see past my nose and into my heart? I wished so deeply that it was
me.
I love her so
sincerely and profoundly, but I am no good for her. He is beautiful and I am
not. He is quite dim and unable to speak the beautiful words that I know delight
Roxane so much, and it saddens me that she loves him so. However, I will do
anything to please her. So I have
promised her that I shall protect and befriend Christian now that he has joined
the guards in my ranks just this morning. The things we do for love!
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