There is one other option, to play the rogue, set aside the crown and seek your pleasures among the peasantry, or, you might seek a lover from the beyond the edge of the known world, a princess or peasant, a baroness, countess, duchess, or queen any would due so long as they did know you and your authority, or better yet if they did not care. How might such a deed be accomplished? To escape the castle and yet keep the royal guard from hunting you down, and to be sure no usurper rose up in your absence. It would be quite the conundrum.
The best person for keeping secrets would have to be Princess Laura, the strumpet had had a number of lovers over the years, and your father was never the wiser. You were probably the only person with any idea, and even you didn’t know who her lovers had been. When you succeeded in chasing her down you found her beneath the cherry tree by the pond in the garden. It was in full bloom and the petals fell in the wind like rain. Laura kept struggling with her hair, long strawberry hair, which glistened in the sun like some fruity syrup or fresh wet blood, but it was somehow it had it a living even vivacious beauty to it. For a moment, you reconsider your choice to seek a lover outside these walls.
You stand there too long and Laura notices you watching her, “Ken?” she giggles suspiciously.
“Yeah, Laura, I want to talk in private.” You answer. You look around, and see no one. “This will do if you will allow.”
“As you wish,” she permits. “What is it you wish to speak about?”
“Escape,” the furtive words dash from your mouth.
“What?” she titters in a hushed query.
“I want to get out of here, I want to go where no one knows me, where I can be free. I want to find a woman who can love me, and not the throne.” Laura raised a cautious but inquisitive eyebrow. “As long as I am ‘The Lord of the Land’ I can never be sure if I have a lover or just some whore after the queen’s seat.” You explain. “Come on, Laura, I know about your ‘exploits.’ I am just asking with my own venture.” You look her in the eyes and pleading with your own.
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