A Knight in Shining Armor

Were I to die tomorrow, my soul would remember you. ~Nicholas Stafford

Will you give me another chance?” Robert repeated. Smiling, Dougless kissed him on the cheek. “No,” she said, “although I thank you very much for the offer.

Beauty knows no time', he said softly, rising, and kissing her hand.

One advantage women throughout time have had is that the little boy in men always remember a time when women were all-powerful.

Modern women had their own self-made guilt to make them miserable, but the sixteenth-century people had diseases, their fear of the unknown, their ignorance of medicine, and constant and ever-present death to haunt them.

Once upon a time... ...as a fair maiden lay weeping upon a cold tombstone, her heartfelt desire was suddenly made real before her: tall, broad of shoulder, attired in gleaming silver and gold, her knight in shining armor had come to rescue his damsel in distress....

Had I access to what is mine, I would shower you with jewels.

She looked like what all women wanted to grow up to look like:

What manner of country was this that worshiped children to the extent that they were treated as royalty?

After a few dates, he’d propose marriage over a bottle of wine.

but Robert was so much better than any of the other men Dougless had dated that she forgave him his little quirks—most