As I write this my trunks and baskets are being packed for this is to be my last entry in my diary from Nottingham. I do not know where I am to journey but I have been banished from Nottingham by Sir Guy. I am to leave our manor and Nottingham for unknown parts. For this is what Guy has decreed. He has also said that since I am a liar (even though we know that I am not) I am not worthy of his trust as mistress or Lady of the Gisborne manor and therefor can make my way to Normandi or Yourk or anywhere I choose so long that he does not have to rest his eyes upon me.
As an admirer of Queen Alienor d'Aquataine, King Richard and Prince John's mother, perhaps i should journey to Poitiers and learn and experience courlty love. That may startle Sir Guy...but first he will have to care. Yet better still, I may make my way to Westminster and in hopes of catching sight of Her Majesty, for Queen Alienor is smarter and better than her sons. They must take after their father, King Henry II.
Right now I feel bitterness mixed with love towards Guy and by chance most men but I will remember my manners and be nice to those I will meet upon my journey.
I may not know where my journey will take me, but I will carry my love of Sir Guy with me. I will still have knowing of what will be happening of him for what few servants I did have have sworn to keep in contact with me, the best that they can, and I with them. Sadly I guess the reality is that I will never hear of Guy's doings unless Providence prevails and a miracle happens.
Speaking of Providence,the monks at St. mary's have forgiven me about Angel's Mass. They told me that it was not my fault for I did not make Sir Guy the way he is. I blushed with shame for I felt like I was being scolded for wedding Guy. One of squeezed my hand and told me not o be hurt for their words were not meant to harm me. While he squeezed my hand and spoke his words the monk gave me a blessed rosary, I looked at him and gave a small smile and thanked him. I even gave the monks a few coins before I took my leave. All that and I still have a feeling of guilt.
Now with a heavy heart I take one last look around at what had been Sir Guy's and my bed chamber and say adieu to what had been my life and home in Nottingham.
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Diary of the Lady M of Gisborne
FanfictionI 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.
