Bride to Be (part eleven)

Posted by ractrose on 7 Oct 2020 in Art, Poems

      Bride to Be (part eleven)   “She was in my father’s camp, what would hers do? Dishonor…would he assume it so? The cruelest of his knights, bloodiest of his kin…” Aldebert halts in attentive pose In sudden suspicion Wildulfa sees her gift of prophecy under trial “But there was no slaughter, rather, […]