I swore fidelity to the crown and to my husband. I knew as I uttered the words to both, solemnly and with reverence, that I would keep neither.
The marriage was arranged and brokered between the families. A marriage of business and politics. It was polite and kind and never hurtful, but it was passionless and loveless. He treated me with respect and I bore him children whom we both adored. I set eyes on my true love within a month after our wedding. The affair started soon after. Illicit glances and furtive looks, brushed touches and excuses to be alone. Passion and love in abundance. I was surprised it took so long for anyone to discover us.
He worked for the other side. He plotted against the crown. Perhaps that was what drew me to him. I didn’t know about this side of him at first, but when I learned of it, it only made me yearn for him more. When he involved me in his plots, I went willingly. I had been waiting for the opportunity to rebel.
And now the clergyman asks me if I repent. One last chance to seek redemption before I meet my maker. The rope feels rough around my neck. I see them both looking at me. My husband and my lover. One looks at me with pity, the other with cold determination. He is undiscovered, I refused to name him. He will avenge me. My fidelity is to him as the black hood covers my face.
Written for #FOWC, hosted by Fandango on his blog This, That and the Other. Today’s prompt word was: Fidelity. Click on the link to read contributions from other writers.
20 responses to “I SWEAR”
Chilling…
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Thanks so much
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Great story telling.
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Thanks Sadje, much appreciated 🙂
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You’re welcome Iain
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At first I thought Diana, then Ann Bolyn. Then I thought no, this is something better. Nice job.
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I certainly had Anne Boleyn in mind to start with. Thanks Eugenia, very kind.
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Brilliant.
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Thank you 🙂
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Excellent!
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Thank you! 🙂
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Riveting tale, Iain. She took seriously ‘til death do us part, but with her lover and not her husband.
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Perhaps she should have sold her lover out to save her own neck.
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Very deep and intriguing. a great read Iain.
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Thanks Mason
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Wow, that’s intense! 0_0
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Thank you
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I hope the revenge was sweet, well, bitter sweet!
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I think he took his time and made it last a long and painful time! 😉
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I like that!
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