Yellow Flower Field

Margaret frowned and looked at him again "How dare you naming God, Cesare? It has been..horrible. Where were you while our child was dying?" She almost shouted. She couldn't refrain tears anymore "Ah yes...of course. You were surely in some bed with one of your whores. What a silly question.." She said shrugging, with irony and sadness in her voice

Margaret looked directly at him this time, drying tears from her cheeks "So why you married me, Cesare? I...I loved you. I was so stupid to fall in love with you. While you...you know nothing than lust.." She took a step towards him, feeling pain and anger raising inside her "I gave you my innocence. I gave you everything. And you just used my body for your pleasure. What kind of man are you?" She couldn't control herself anymore and slapped strongly his face

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Margaret couldn't hit him further cause he grabbed her hand. He was stronger than her. Her blue eyes filled with tears again and she looked shocked at him "What...what do you mean? You know you're the only man I slept with. You stole my innocence, Cesare...but I loved you.." She looked at her hand trapped in his and turned her wet eyes to his face "Maybe I still do.." She admitted whispering, letting her tears falling on her cheeks. She leaned her free hand on his chest

Margaret was unable to speak. She was shocked by his coldness and burst into tears. She trurned her back to him and kept on running towards Palace. Tears were almost covering her blue eyes. So she couldn't see a little bench on the grass and fell down. She screamed and suddenly felt a strong pain at her ankle "Ahhh.." She was screaming in pain, her blonde curls falling on her face

George had watched Margaret and Cesare from a distance. He was not surprised when Margaret was turned down by Cesare. When he decided to leave there, he realized Margaret fallen down. He ran to her immeditialy, held her arms and waist, made her straighten "I told you not to talk with him. " George took her in his arms, made her sit down on soft grass. He pulled her dress up, looked at her ankle. "Does it hurt?"

Margaret realized suddenly that George was next to her. She raised her head up to him and nodded, biting her lips "Yes..a bit. I don't think I'll be able to walk until the Castle.." She sighed and leaned her back against the tree "Have you...have you watched everything?" She asked surprised, removing her blonde hairs from her face

"Everything." said George looking at her angrily a bit. "I couldn't hear what you've talked. But it's obvious that you were broken again. But I don't understand. Why, Margaret? Why do you stick to be broken by a man who doesn't love you?" George gave up to talk more. He touched her ankle trying to understand how deeply she hurted "I will carry you to the castle. But first take a rest."

Margaret closed her eyes and shook her head "I don't know...I don't know. I needed to share him my feelings. But he is so..cold and distant, now. He doesn't even wants me to touch him. And I don't know why.." She said trying to refrain tears, remembering how he stepped back from her. She felt heartbroken and breathed deeply to calm down

"Men loves women who they can't have. But he's already had you. And his lust has gone." George held her hand in his and looked at into her eyes. "Margaret, I talk to you clearly cause I don't want you to be sad anymore. Forget him. That's all I can tell you. Forget." George took a deep breath. It was also so funny. George was giving advice about a man whom George had fallen in love in past

Margaret bit her lips again. Her ankle still hurted. She looked at George with an almost relaxing smile "Yes..he likes forbidden things. And it was so boring sleeping with his own wife.." She rolled her eyes "I'll let him having fun with his whores, until he'll throw them away like rubbish. I think you're the only person in this court he hadn't slept with.." She said almost jokingly

George caressed her ankle slowly. When Margaret said her last word, George almost got freeze suddenly. He turned to her ankle again for not to show his face. Despite this George laughed loudly hoping she did not know anything about Cesare and himself "You are both beautiful and funny, Margaret. "

Margaret frowned a bit and giggled, watching him caressing her ankle "What? Are you trying to make me laugh, George? Oh...beautiful, maybe he is. But funny...God.." She rolled her eyes again and rested her head against the tree "There is nothing funny in him, trust me. He is the most boring man I've ever met.." She giggled. George always succeded to make her feel better "Thank you, George. You're a true gentleman. Lady Parker is very lucky.." She whispered

But he was not boring in bed thought George but of course he did not say anything. He smiled sadly at her "Maybe she is. But I am unlucky to have her." George shrugged his shoulders and looked at Margaret's eyes again "Life is not fair. When some stupids get married with a beautiful woman like you, gentle ones get married with nuns."

Margaret looked surprised at his face "Why do you say so, George? I met lady Parker, once. And she is so beautiful and lovely. She deserves respect, George. Please, don't do to her what Cesare did to me.." She paused and looked at her ankle "Maybe I should become a nun, and living in chastity in a convent. Sister Margaret.." She said giggling, hoping to make him smile

"I can't do anything to her. My father would kill me." George looked at her smiling in a sweetish way. "Maybe she is lovely. But I prefer a desirous woman instead of a lonely one in my bed, Margaret. " said George then laughed at her words loudly. He brought his finger to her lips and smiled softly "You can't waste such a beauty. Let the all world see you."

Margaret sighed as he touched her lips and istinctively kissed it softly, staring at him "I don't want everyone see me. I'm not like other girls in court, who open their legs everytime they meet a man.." She smiled and reached his hand with hers, removing it slowly from her lips "I just need someone who truly loves me. So...I understand lady Parker. I was like her. Give her time.." She said almost whispering, smiling sweetly. Her foot was still on his lap

"But I won't kid her saying I love you. I don't love her but my father forces me to marry. Does it make me a bad man? Say no, Margaret. Cause God knows, I am not." George smiled softly when she kissed his finger. He brought his hand to her soft hair, caressed slowly. "I know you are not such a woman. But Margaret, everymen who realizes your beauty, imagines to open your legs. " George laughed looking at her face. He caressed her cheek softly without leaving his eyes on hers "I love to make you shy. Don't mad at me."

Margaret blushed suddenly as he talked in such way to her and lowered her eyes immediately "George! Don't make me blush.." She hit softly his arm and smiled secretely

George caught her smile. He grinned and caught her arm suddenly, brought it to his heart "Even if it makes you more beautiful?"

Margaret looked at her hand on his heart. She showed him her smile openly "George..you're such a flattering man. Have you seduced lady Parker in the same way?" She asked giggling

George frowned, left her arm slowly "Why do you remind her? It's a grind, Margaret." Then George looked at her eyes in an offended way "I am trying to make you happy. Does it make me flattering?"