In a shipwreck, it is every drowning man for himself.
Philippa GregoryLife is long, and if a woman survives, she can take her pleasures one way or another.
Philippa GregoryHe bares his yellow teeth in a smile at me. 'Everyone is always our enemy,' he says. 'But right now, we are winning.
Philippa GregoryWhat am I to do, what can any woman do, when her husband is such a fool as to desire a woman for a moment, rather than the woman he is pledged to for eternity?
Philippa GregoryI am not a yard of ribbon. I am not a leg of ham. I am not for sale to anyone.
Philippa GregoryNothing in the world matter more than life. You have a long road to walk and a lot of lessons to learn if you don't know that.
Philippa GregoryI sit on the bed and kick off my shoes, and he kneels before me and takes the riding boots, holding one open for my bare foot. I hesitate; it is such an intimate gesture between a young woman and a man. His smiling upward glance tells me that he understands my hesitation but is ignoring it. I point my toe and he holds the boot, I slide my foot in and he pulls the boot over my calf. He takes the soft leather ties and fastens the boot, at my ankle, then at my calf, and then just below my knee. He looks up at me, his hand gently on my toe. I can feel the warmth of his hand through the soft leather. I imagine my toes curling in pleasure at his touch.
‘Anne, will you marry me?’ he asks simply, as he kneels before me.
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And – I think you know, don’t you? – that I love you, Anne.’
I feel as if I have been living in a loveless world for too long. The last tender face I saw was my father’s when he sailed for England. ‘You do? Truly?’
‘I do.’ He rises to his feet and pulls me up to stand beside him. My chin comes to his shoulder, we are both dainty, long-limbed, coltish: well-matched. I turn my face into his jacket. ‘Will you marry me?’ he whispers.
‘Yes,’ I say.
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Say yes,’ he whispers. ‘Marry me.’
I hesitate. I open my eyes. ‘You will get my fortune,’ I remark. ‘When I marry you, everything I have becomes yours. Just as George has everything that belongs to Isabel.’
‘That’s why you can trust me to win it for you,’ he says simply. ‘When your interests and mine are the same, you can be certain that I will care for you as for myself. You will be my own. You will find that I care for my own.’
‘You will be true to me?’
‘Loyalty is my motto. When I give my word, you can trust me.
Tag: love marriage trust loyalty richard-iii husband-and-wife anne-neville equality-between-partners
Have you ever wondered, Anne, in your untiring dance of seduction, whether you might not be dancing to Henry's tune instead of your own? I know how clever you are. How enticing. People whisper the word "witch" whenever you smile at him. But which of you is pale and hollow-eyed from too many scheming, sleepless nights? Which of you is growing more feverish day by day? Which of you is truly bewitched, Anne?
Philippa GregoryTag: scandalous-desires seduction-strategy
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