Honour Bound and Loyalty sworn

Honour Bound and Loyalty sworn

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This is the fictional story of a non fiction character. William Marshal lived in the late 12th century and died in the early 13th century. I read a book by another author and unwillingly found myself in 1199 watching William and his young wife getting married. Later I cried with the rest of his family as he lay dying still loyal to his country. I hope that by the time this story is finished you will take away a feeling of being in medieval England when knights were chivalrous and women were often seen as the bearers of heirs and not much more. Please leave comments and let me know if I should continue writing this. Thanks.
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You think being a girl is easy. Well, I'm going to tell you: it isn't easy. Hell, it's so hard to be a girl. Especially when you live in the time period of King and Queens, with the knights in shining armor. Every guy I come across thinks I need to be swooned, flirted with, and swept off my feet. All of the knights that I was with broke my heart, so I don't trust anyone. Not wanting to break my shield around my heart again. I don't need a knight, but right now I think I could consider needing one. I have run away from home, angry at my parents want me to marry. I decided to grab a basket from the kitchen and running out of the castle, my home. To the meadow I so much adore going to when a bear disturbed my peace, smelling the berries I have picked, chasing after me and the basket.

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