Sometimes You Cannot Help What

And – I Think You Know, Don’t You? – That I Love You, Anne.’ I Feel As If I Have Been Living In A Loveless World For Too Long. The Last Tender Face I Saw Was My Father’s When He Sailed For England. ‘you Do? Truly?’ ‘i Do.’ He Rises To His Feet And Pulls Me Up To Stand Beside Him. My Chin Comes To His Shoulder, We Are Both Dainty, Long-limbed, Coltish: Well-matched. I Turn My Face Into His Jacket. ‘will You Marry Me?’ He Whispers. ‘yes,’ I Say.

I Wanted The Heat And The Sweat And The Passion Of A Man That I Could Love And Trust. And I Wanted To Give Myself To Him: Not For Advantage, But For Desire.

A Man Will Always Promise To Do More Than He Can Do To A Woman He Cannot Understand.

Take Care With Your Words, Jacquetta, Especially In Cursing. Only Say The Things You Mean, Make Sure You Lay Your Curse On The Right Man. For Be Very Sure That When You Put Such Words Out In The World They Can Overshoot-like An Arrow, A Curse Can Go Beyond Your Target And Harm Another. A Wise Woman Curses Very Sparingly.

I Want To Take You For Pleasure, And Hold You In My Arms For Desire. I Want You To Know That It Is Your Kiss That I Want, Not Another Heir To The Throne. You Can Know That I Love You, Quite For Yourself, When I Come To Your Bed, And Not As The York’s Broodmare.” I Tilt Back My Head And Look At Him Under My Eyelashes. “you Think To Bed Me For Love And Not For Children? Isn’t That Sin?” His Arm Comes Around My Waist And His Palm Cups My Breast. “i Shall Make Sure That It Feels Richly Sinful,” - Edward Iv To Elizabeth Woodville -