I had every intention of not attending Elizabeth’s birthday and coronation. It wasn’t anything personal. I wanted to. Definitely wanted to but… it was complicated or did I overcomplicate it?
The future Queen has the ability to make me forget… weakening me.
I was no stranger to women. They come and go with no attachment, no appeal. But Elizabeth, oh, Elizabeth.
My attraction to her is obvious and my need to have her close is even harder to resist.
That’s the challenge though isn’t it? To resist. That’s what true strength is.
How I failed when she was here. I fought it all for a couple of hours and came running back to her.
Northern wolves are supposed to be savagely fierce, unbending and wild. I thought I embodied that until I saw my darling Elizabeth and I became but a tamed pupp
