These sentences are from my never-ending draft of Acelet's story. (Acelet was a character in Illuminations of the Heart, in case you haven't read it.)
Monday: For you, she vowed to the former, whom I lost to his greed, and for Lord Simon, whom she had lost to his lies.
Wednesday: When the wax began to drip, he thrust the end of the stick against the parchment, swiveling the stick back and forth to create a thick, flat circle.
Thursday: Niccola had been kind to her until now, but a threat to one wife must appear a threat to all, and if Niccola mistook cold resignation for shamelessness, what did it matter to her?
Friday: This time Joslin gave vent to her rebellion by flinging the garment at him.