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The Fourth Son

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I have to say that just writing about Queen Isobel sent shivers down my spine.

At tome my hands were shaking over the keyboard, and I had to try very hard to find the words that might express some of that feeling and felt the despair of never being able to act on it.

In my mind, they were sharing a dance, a waltz, one where they could br together and apart when they could gaze into each other’s eyes.

I could feel that depth of feelings because it’s the same o have with the love of my life who’s been there for nearly 50 years.  All it takes is a look, a nuance, a simple touch that sends an electric shock through you.

And how hard it is not to show it when out in public.

It’s why Ruth is perceptive enough to see what there is and clever enough to realise that it was not a threat.  Their pact of telling the truth, no matter what, had given her his perspective, what had happened, and what it meant in a world that she could never imagine.

I’m still trying to reconcile those feelings because I’ve never quite experienced anything like it, so I could never say for sure what I would have done in similar circumstances.

Men are usually weak.  Perhaps I want this king to be sometimes more than his father, who certainly would have acted on what he would have assumed was an implied offer.

And just to be clear, I never expected there would be weighty moral issues arising in this simple tale of a fourth son rising to be king.