From my gentler alter ego: a medieval adventure!
Eleanor laughed, but on seeing him start, calmed her mirth. “I am sorry for laughing, but I was just longing for the beauties of the garden of my homeland. I am indeed grateful for this sanctuary within my prison,” she said with a sad smile. “Yet if you could see the gardens I grew up among! The maze is, why, at least ten feet high and if you become lost within its walls, servants would throw food over the walls until a rescue could be devised for a more cunning puzzle you never saw.”
“Heavens!” the knight said with wonder.
“It’s true.” Constance agreed as she carved some cheese from the rind to arrange in a pretty pattern upon a plate. “I was terrified to ever set foot inside…
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