“You defiled my bed with that man?” Henry roared as he held her by the hair and arm and forced her eyes to the crumpled sheets.
“I am so sorry, my dear love, it was not as I wished but ….”
“But what!”
“I could not help my heart, how it ….” She could not finish.
“You love him?”
“I cannot help myself. I know I have betrayed you, but it was a cruel fate, please understand.”
“Understand your fornicating with my soldier. How many is it Morgana that take to your bed while I’m away?”
“Just Gregor, sir, I am in love.”
“In love?” He half whispered, the look of hurt appearing briefly in his eyes.
“I have been tricked, my dearest master, tricked by the gods that put him in my path.”
“You have been false, a liar and thief of my sentiment, a harlot.”
“No, milord, I do still love you. In my
