In the meantime, here are some new sentences that I wrote for The Lady and the Minstrel this week.
Monday: “They have evidence of my treason,” Robert said. “Go to the king. Tell him—tell him—” I confess.
Tuesday: Robert did not realize he had pointed a finger at Gunthar’s breast until he heard Gunthar splutter a protest.
Wednesday: Robert looked back at Gunthar, still frowning, still severe. Robert’s anger seeped away, leaving an aching wave in its place. How could he hurt like this for the loss of any man’s favor?
Thursday: (Gunthar to Robert) “I am not inclined to heed the advice of a man who held so little faith in me that I had to discover the truth of the woman he loved by seeing my own ring on her finger.”
Friday: Robert would have to make his threat sound serious enough to win a more final punishment than perpetual imprisonment, but he had no doubt he could lose his temper sufficiently to blurt out an overabundance of condemning words.