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Crowning Glory

Baron Bartholomew cracked open the door of his daughter's bedchamber. Like the Lord's prayer, it was a dawn ritual he had developed after the death of his eldest son. He gazed upon the young woman in proud silence, watching her chest rise and fall under the rich silk sheets he had brought back from Palestine. Christine looked safe while locked in her dreams. Her long dark brown hair spread like angel wings either side, he thought her a sleeping angel. A result of love and beauty untainted by the cruel world outside the castle walls.

Then a call from the watchman caught Bartholomew's attention. Christine began to stir and Bartholomew quietly closed the door. Today he had a most unwelcome guest, but he had no choice but to host.

A note from the Spoox: Iā€™m a friendly author and strongly urge readers and fellow writers to get involved. I have a natural story arch for this sordid tale but open to ideas. Authors who can contribute can manage their own threads and take them in their preferred direction. Just drop me a messgae if you want more information.

DIsclaimer: All characters who are invloved in sexual activity are above the age of consent.

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