I weary of jousting verbally with Sir Henry Bedingfield, which is my only diversion held here as captive. I am allowed to walk the grounds alone occasionally, which is a distraction from being continually watched. I often walk the far length of the gardens and round the side of the main building. If I stay out of sight too long however the guards come running and I am politely asked to return to the gatehouse. Today I feel particularly bored and lonely, even though my servants come and go to serve me food and wine.
“A moment of your time, Lady Elizabeth,” Bedingfield requests.
“All my time is at your disposal, Sir,” I reply. “By force, not by favour.”
He smirks and Is obviously up to something, but I do not wish to bandy words with him today. I am tired of his silly games.
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