She was the daughter of the Count De Montagne, close to the king and virtually untouchable. Tales of her virginity and the means to rectify that unfortunate state were heard around the fires of the soldiers from here to Mont Pelliere, where the Count’s younger sister took center stage with her insatiable appetites.
Ah, but she was so beautiful, my Madeleine. I watched her as a Companion watches over his ward. I watched her also, as a man who loved her. I’m sure there are countless such claims across France, but I knew in my heart that she and I had been down this path of love before. That other lifetimes had been spent in each other’s arms. She looked at me and all of eternity opened up in her eyes. The promises of love were unmistakable... |