An Admission Of Guilt

“How did you know that? Was your spirit watching me this whole time?” he quizzed.

“I told you that I would always be with you, did I not?” I asked him.

“Well, my lady, I am not a perfect man and I am deeply sorry for all my faults,” he said with a deep bow which melted away my anger.

The next day I went to see a dear friend of mine.

“Your Highness!” Eunice could not contain her shock as she saw me sitting in her room.

“I have missed you very much Eunice, how have you been these days?” I asked her with a smile.

“Okay? but I am still reeling from the shock, ooh, I do not know if it is right for you to sit in my lowly room. I shall come to you if you need me, your Highness,” she said and my smile deepened.

“You forget that we once shared this room and you can call me Agnes when we are alone. After all, we are friends,” I said.

“Friends? Not so, your Highness. I cannot conceive the idea of being friends with your royal self,” she said.

“Dearest Eunice, you say the funniest things