I write this quick entry to let it be known that the court of Alienor d' Aquataine and Poitiers is a dream for me. So through the cold and snow, the carriage breaking dpwn at least six times in the muddy snow I have arrived in the town of York. Oui! York! To be here was not of my mind, but that of Sir Guy's. *Sighs* Oui, this his choice of exile. is hould be grateful that SIr Guy did not send me to a convent but knowing him that may be a matter of time.
So here I am in York in a smaller house, that Sir Guyseems to have made possible...for now... with dear Brigid my servant, but more than a servant for she has been with me since I was a child, so she is at heart a dear memeber of my family.
I do not know where we will go or what we do from here but I am of the mind set that somehow, someway, that it would be wise of me to look and try to make our way south to Poitiers, the land of Alienor d'Aquatine. This I know will be a hard journey for we shall have to go around Nottingham and not through it and pray not to be caught.
Then again Brigid and I could journey west and make a return visit to my home of the land of Eiru. Even without much left it would be nice to see home again.
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Diary of the Lady M of Gisborne
FanficI have decided to share my experiences in Nottingham, that of being the Sir Guy of Gisborne's wife and parts of my life before Sir Guy, who has become the greatst love of my life. This my diary of my trials and tribulations.
